We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
He missed the prayers but he thought it would be unfair and hypocritical to say them and he did not wish to ask any favors or for any different treatment than all the men were receiving.
Spanish girls make wonderful wives. I've never had one so I know.
I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.
Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?
Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about.
Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.
Drinking wine was not a snobbism nor a sign of sophistication nor a cult; it was as natural as eating and to me as necessary...
We need more true mystery in our lives Hem- he said. The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most. There is of course the problem of sustenance
He was violating the second rule of the two rules for getting on well with people that speak Spanish; give the men tobacco and leave the women alone
There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes.
I wish it had been a dream now and that I had never hooked the fish and was alone in bed on the newspapers.
Why do old men wake so early? Is it to have one longer day?
Say, there's plenty of Americans on this train. They've got seven cars of them from Dayton, Ohio.
A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
The professor at the boxing gymnasium wore mustaches and was very precise and jerky and went all to pieces if you started after him.
For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.
You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
Heresy is the foe of countenance
There is a lot of time between now and the fall term. There is a lot of time between now and the day after tomorrow if you want to put it that way ...
If the others heard me talking out loud they would think that I am crazy. But since I am not, I do not care.
Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.
That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.
All thinking men are atheists.
The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.
He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.
You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.
How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. I'd like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time.
There is no language so filthy as Spanish. There are words for all the vile words in English and there are other words and expressions that are used only in countries where blasphemy keeps pace with the austerity of religion.
It's silly not to hope. It's a sin he thought.
Everyone behaves badly--given the chance.
The grain-fields went up the hillsides. Now as we went higher there was a wind blowing the grain.
Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.
There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Certain numbers were the same way and certain dates and these with the names of the places were all you could say and have them mean anything. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.
I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.
You should only read what is truly good or what is frankly bad.
I am drunk, seest thou? When I am not drunk I do not talk. You have never heard me talk much. But an intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend his time with fools.
There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.
Just before it was dark, as they passed a great island of Sargasso weed that heaved and swung in the light sea as though the ocean were making love with something under a yellow blanket, his small line was taken by a dolphin. He saw it first when it jumped in the air, true gold in the last of the sun and bending and flapping wildly in the air.
Going to another country doesn't make any difference. I've tried all that. You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There's nothing to that.
The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.
Blow, blow, ye western wind . . . Christ, that my love were in my arms and I in my bed again. That my love Catherine. That my sweet love Catherine down might rain. Blow her again to me.
They arrested us after breakfast.
I did not understand them but they did not have any mystery, and when I understood them they meant nothing to me. I was sorry about this but there was nothing I could do about it.
And who understands? Not me, because if I did I would forgive it all.
I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other.
This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it
Let him think that I am more man than I am and I will be so.
He'll never be frightened. He knows too damn much.
There's no one thing that's true. It's all true.
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