Not the why but the what.
We have very primative emotions. It’s impossible not to be competitive. Spoils everything, though.
We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.
Religion is the opium of the poor.
Some writers are only born to help another writer write one sentence.
The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it.
It is good that we do not have to try to kill the sun or the moon or the stars. It is enough to live on the sea and kill our true brothers.
Most people were heartless about turtles because a turtle’s heart will beat for hours after it has been cut up and butchered. But the old man thought, I have such a heart too.
This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it.
“And you’ll always love me, won’t you?” “Yes.” “And the rain won’t make any difference?” “No.”
But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.
He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.
I may not be as stong as I think, but I know many tricks and I have resolution.
Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.
I always try to write on the principle of the iceberg. There is seven-eighths of it underwater for every part that shows.
Keep right on lying to me. That’s what I want you to do.
You know I don’t love any one but you. You shouldn’t mind because some one else loved me.
I’m not unfaithful, darling. I’ve plenty of faults but I’m very faithful. You’ll be sick of me I’ll be so faithful.
Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.
Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.