It Is Impossible To Believe The Emotional

I Loved Her And I Loved No One Else And We Had A Lovely Magic Time While We Were Alone. I Worked Well And We Made Great Trips, And I Thought We Were Invulnerable Again, And It Wasn't Until We Were Out Of The Mountains In Late Spring, And Back In Paris, That The Other Thing Started Again.

A Writer Is Like A Gypsy. He Owes No Allegiance To Any Government. If He Is A Good Writer He Will Never Like Any Government He Lives Under. His Hand Should Be Against It And Its Hand Will Always Be Against Him.

There Are Events Which Are So Great That If A Writer Has Participated In Them His Obligation Is To Write Truly Rather Than Assume The Presumption Of Altering Them With Invention.

It Is All Very Well For You To Write Simply And The Simpler The Better. But Do Not Start To Think So Damned Simply. Know How Complicated It Is And Then State It Simply.

My Father Was A Deeply Sentimental Man. And Like All Sentimental Men, He Was Also Very Cruel.