Please tell me what can I do. There must be something I can do.
I have noticed that doctors who fail in the practice of medicine have a tendency to seek one another’s company and aid in consultation.
You’ll lose it, if you talk about it.
I was blown up while we were eating cheese.
Let’s not talk about how I am. It’s a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.
Each day of not writing, of comfort, of being that which he despised, dulled his ability and softened his will to work so that, finally, he did no work at all.
When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her.
Work could cure almost anything.
Home is where the heart is, home is where the fart is. Come let us fart in the home. There is no art in a fart. Still a fart may not be artless. Let us fart and artless fart in the home.
When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.
Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.
I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye – that was the trouble – I wanted to kiss you good night – and there’s a lot of difference.
It was considered a virtue not to talk unnecessarily at sea...
The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship.
It is one thing to be in the proximity of death, to know more or less what she is, and it is quite another thing to seek her.
In a power hungry, power worshipping society, men label themselves atheist.
Religion is like an ice cold whiskey on a hot day.
I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.
All stories, if continued far enough, end in death.
Don’t you drink? I notice you speak slightingly of the bottle. I have drunk since I was fifteen and few things have given me more pleasure.