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In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.
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He had always known what I did not know and what, when I learned it, I was always able to forget. But I did not know that then, although I learned it later.
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I used to play cello. My mother kept me out of school a whole year to study music and counterpoint. She thought I had ability, but I was absolutely without talent.
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It seemed out of place to think of consequences during the fiesta.
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If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
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Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.
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To hell with the Church when it becomes a State and the hell with the State when it becomes a Church.
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Show the readers everything, tell them nothing.
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But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.
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If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water.
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I always try to write on the principle of the iceberg. There is seven-eighths of it underwater for every part that shows.
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My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel.
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Some writers are only born to help another writer write one sentence.
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To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don't let it.
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Honor to a Spaniard, no matter how dishonest, is as real a thing as water, wine, or olive oil. There is honor among pickpockets and honor among whores. It is simply that the standards differ.
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The telephone and visitors are the work destroyers.
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Night is always darker before the dawn and life is the same, the hard times will pass, every thing will get better and sun will shine brighter then ever.
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Work could cure almost anything
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Wars are Spinach. Life in general is the tough part. In war all you have to do is not worry and know how to read a map and co-ordinates.
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The best way to become a writer is to go off and write.
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When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.
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A severed femoral artery empties itself faster than you can believe.
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A girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.
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It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write.