Any man’s life, told truly, is a novel...
If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span.
No one you love is ever truly lost.
A bottle of wine was good company.
Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.
The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can’t be found.
When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.
Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
The world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.
Once in Africa I lost the corkscrew and we were forced to live off food and water for weeks.
Out of all the things you could not have there were some things that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.
There is no rule on how to write.
We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.
God knows I didn’t mean to fall in love with her.
Hesitation increases in relation to risk in equal proportion to age.
Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.
I’m tired of everybody. Please forgive me.
I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together.
You may talk. And I may listen. And miracles might happen.
They say the seeds of what we will do are in all of us, but it always seemed to me that in those who make jokes in life the seeds are covered with better soil and with a higher grade of manure.