Nobody knows what’s in him until he tries to pull it out. If there’s nothing, or very little, the shock can kill a man.
Live it up so you can write it down.
Before you quit, you have to try.
All you need to do is write truly and not care about what the fate of it is.
The telephone and visitors are the work destroyers.
I am like a blind pig when I work.
Practice any faith you wish. Got a ball field up the island where you can practice. I’ll give the Deity a fast one high and inside if he crowds the plate.
Life is pain, so live it up while you can.
There are two kinds of stories, the ones you live and the ones you make up. And nobody knows the difference, and I don’t ever tell which is which.
A man does not exist until he is drunk.
For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.
But you always fall for somebody else and then it’s all right. Fall for them but don’t let them ruin you.
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.
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.
Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.
I would take anything I love and throw it off the highest cliff you ever saw and not wait to hear it bounce.
This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.
Enjoying living was learning to get your money’s worth and knowing when you had it.
He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care.
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.