How was I gonna get an education, sitting right back of Bobby Ann Mason?
You are the dream I live with; you are the wish I'd made, the name I always whisper in every prayer I pray ... now that you left me, while you forget me, I'll hold you in my dreams.
Not the why but the what.
All things truly wicked start from innocence. Ernest Hemingwa
Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.
I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.
Up the road, in his shack, the old man was sleeping again. He was still sleeping on his face and the boy was sitting by him watching him. The old man was dreaming about the lions.
The only thing that can spoil a day is people and if you can keep from making engagements, every day has no limits.
We all take a beating every day, you know, one way or another.
People fall in love, but have to climb out.
There are only three sports: bullfighting, motor racing, and mountaineering; all the rest are merely games.
It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills and coast down them.
All you need to do is write truly and not care about what the fate of it is.
I wonder what your idea of heaven would be â€” A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists. All powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. And hell would probably an ugly vacuum full of poor polygamists unable to obtain booze or with chronic stomach disorders
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.
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.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemin
Never mistake motive for action.
For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.
You won't do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.
Some other places were not so good but maybe we were not so good when we were in them.