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A writer is like a gypsy. He owes no allegiance to any government. If he is a good writer he will never like any government he lives under. His hand should be against it and its hand will always be against him.
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Scott Fitzgerald was mortally afraid of lightning.
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Show the readers everything, tell them nothing.
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There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only one you.
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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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Before you react, think. Before you spend, earn. Before you criticize, wait. Before you quit, try.
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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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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 people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
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A big lie is more plausible than truth.
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We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
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Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.
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I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless.
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No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one. You can wipe out your opponents. But if you do it unjustly you become eligible for being wiped out yourself.
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Religion is like an ice cold whiskey on a hot day.
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Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again." "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?" "Yes. I want to ruin you." "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.
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My only regret in life is that I did not drink more wine.
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it wasn't by accident that the Gettysburg address was so short.
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In order to be a great writer a person must have a built-in, shockproof crap detector.
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I hate a cramp, he thought. It is a treachery of one's own body.
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The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.
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At night, never go to bed without knowing what you'll write tomorrow.
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Find what gave you emotion; what the action was that gave you excitement. Then write it down making it clear so that the reader can see it too. Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.
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Rereading places you at the point where it has to go on, knowing it is as good as you can get it up to there. There is always juice somewhere.