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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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Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination.
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The fish is my friend too...I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought
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You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
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Wine is a grand thing," I said. "It makes you forget all the bad.
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His (the writer's) standard of fidelity to the truth should be so high that his invention, out of his experience, should produce a truer account than anything factual can be.
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Happiness is often presented as being very dull but, he thought, lying awake, that is because dull people are sometimes very happy and intelligent people can and do go around making themselves and everyone else miserable. He had never found happiness dull. It always seemed more exciting than any other thing and capable of as great intensity as sorrow to those people who were capable of having it.
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There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.
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Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing.... For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.
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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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Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for.
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No animal has more liberty than the cat, but it buries the mess it makes. The cat is the best anarchist.
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Never sit a table when you can stand at the bar.
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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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In stating as fully as I could how things really were, it was often very difficult and I wrote awkwardly and the awkwardness is what they called my style. All mistakes and awkwardness are easy to see, and they called it style.
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Oh, now, now, now, the only now, and above all now, and there is no other now but thou now and now is thy prophet.
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All things truly wicked start from innocence.
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All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.
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It's harder to write in the third person but the advantage is you move around better.
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Life breaks all of us but some of us get stronger in the broken places.
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Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.
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Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife underhand into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all the furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it.
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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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The only way to combat the murder that is war is to show the dirty combinations that make it and the criminals and swine that hope for it and the idiotic way they run it when they get it so that an honest man will distrust it as he would distrust a racket and refuse to be enslaved into it.