You could do so much for me if you just would. If you just knew. I am I and you are you and I know it and you don't know it and you could do so much for me if you just would and if you just would then I could tell you and then nobody would have to know it except you and me.
A writer is congenitally unable to tell the truth and that is why we call what he writes fiction.
It takes two people to make you, and one people to die. That's how the world is going to end.
Maybe the only thing worse than having to give gratitude constantlyall the time, is having to accept it.
Who is he who will affirm that there must be a web of flesh and bone to hold the shape of love?
...how false the most profound book turns out to be when applied to life.
Man knows so little about his fellows. In his eyes all men or women act upon what he believes would motivate him if he were mad enough to do what the other man or woman is doing.
Nothing can injure a man's writing if he's a first-rate writer. If a man is not a first-rate writer, there's not anything can help it much. The problem does not apply if he is not first rate because he has already sold his soul for a swimming pool.
You should approach Joyce's Ulysses as the illiterate Baptist preacher approaches the Old Testament: with faith.
The good artist believes that nobody is good enough to give him advice. He has supreme vanity. No matter how much he admires the old writer, he wants to beat him.
Be scared. You can't help that. But don't be afraid. Ain't nothing in the woods going to hurt you unless you corner it, or it smells that you are afraid. A bear or a deer, too, has got to be scared of a coward the same as a brave man has got to be.
Really the writer doesn't want success. . . . He knows he has a short span of life, that the day will come when he must pass through the wall of oblivion, and he wants to leave a scratch on that wall - Kilroy was here - that somebody a hundred, or a thousand years later will see.
Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday's omissions and regrets.
I, the dreamer clinging yet to the dream as the patient clings to the last thin unbearable ecstatic instant of agony in order to sharpen the savor of the pain's surcease, waking into the reality, the more than reality, not to the unchanged and unaltered old time but into a time altered to fit the dream which, conjunctive with the dreamer, becomes immolated and apotheosized
Women ... to them any wedding is better than no wedding and a big wedding with a villain preferable to a small one with a saint.
The reason you will not say it is, when you say it, even to yourself, you will know it is true.
Hollywood is a place where a man can get stabbed in the back while climbing a ladder.
I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better.
We cannot choose freedom established on a hierarchy of degrees of freedom, on a caste system of equality like military rank. We must be free not because we claim freedom, but because we practice it.
the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat
In every writer there is a certain amount of the scavenger.
Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.
Get it down. Take chances. It may be bad, but that's the only way you can do anything really good.
That's sad too, people cannot do anything that dreadful they cannot do anything very dreadful at all they cannot even remember tomorrow what seemed dreadful today
Well, between Scotch and nothin', I suppose I'd take Scotch. It's the nearest thing to good moonshine I can find.
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