Literature is a toil and a snare, a curse that bites deep.

The whole point about the true unconscious is that it is all the time moving forward, beyond the range of its own fixed laws or habits. It is no good trying to superimpose an ideal nature upon the unconscious.

Where the electron behaves and misbehaves as it will, where the forces tie themselves up into knots of atoms and come united.

If you try to nail anything down, in the novel, either it kills the novel, or the novel gets up and walks away with the nail.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself

What the eye doesn't see and the mind doesn't know, doesn't exist.

Mr Hemingway does it extremely well. Nothing matters. Everything happens. One wants to keep oneself loose. Avoid one thing only: gettng connected up. Don't get connected up. If you get held by anything, break it. Don't be held. Break it, and get away. Don't get away with the idea of getting somewhere else. Just get away, for the sake of getting away. Beat it! "Well, boy, I guess I'll beat it." Ah, the pleasure in saying that