I have drunk since I was 15, and few things have given me more pleasure. When you work hard all day with your head and you must work again the next day, what else can change your ideas and make them run on a different plane like whiskey?
I can’t bear another minute of Noël’s inane chatter. Who’s interested in a bunch of old English actresses he’s picked up from the gutter? Not me. If he wags that silly finger once more I may hit him.
Once we have a war there is only one thing to do. It must be won. For defeat brings worse things than any that can ever happen in war.
Bill: How did you go bankrupt? Mike: Two ways. Gradually, and then suddenly. From the novel “The Sun Also Rises” by Ernest Hemingway
Man is not made for defeat.
My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.
I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.
Some people show evil as a great racehorse shows breeding. They have the dignity of a hard chancre.
In stating as fully as I could how things really were, it was often very difficult and I wrote awkwardly and the awkwardness is what they called my style. All mistakes and awkwardness are easy to see, and they called it style.
Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.