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I know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated its complete abolition, as its very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a method of settling international disputes.
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You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it.
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Rush, that most exciting perversion of life, the necessity of accomplishing something in less time than should be truly allowed for its doing.
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For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.
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All our words from loose using have lost their edge.
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Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
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A man does not exist until he is drunk.
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Having books published is very destructive to writing. It is even worse than making love too much. Because when you make love too much at least you get a damned clarte that is like no other light. A very clear and hollow light.
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As long as you can start, you are all right. The juice will come.
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You ought to be ironical the minute you get out of bed. You ought to wake up with your mouth full of pity.
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I suppose if a man has something once, always something of it remains.
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They can't yank a novelist like they can a pitcher. A novelist has to go the full nine, even if it kills him.
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The bulls are my best friends." I translated to Brett. "You kill your friends?" she asked. "Always," he said in English, and laughed. "So they don't kill me.
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Here is the piece. If you can't say fornicate can you say copulate or if not that can you say co-habit? If not that would have to say consummate I suppose. Use your own good taste and judgment.
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Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.
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Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.
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We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
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We think. We are not peasants. We are mechanics. But even the peasants know better than to believe in a war. Everybody hates war. There is a class that control a country that is stupid and down not realise anything and never can. That is why we have this war. Also they make money out of it.
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All bad writers are in love with the epic.
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Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.
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The game of golf would lose a great deal if croquet mallets and billiard cues were allowed on the putting green.
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Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.
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Experiencing differences is crucial to the human condition. Especially when that difference is over the head, blower powder.
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As to Hemingway, I read him for the first time in the early 'forties, something about bells, balls and bulls, and loathed it.