For a poet he threw a very accurate milk bottle.

Now, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.

Use short sentences. Use short first paragraphs. Use vigorous English. Be positive, not negative.

Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.

I've been wondering about Dostoyevsky. How can a man write so badly, so unbelievably badly, and make you feel so deeply?

I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.

What a writer has to do is write what hasn't been written before or beat dead men at what they have done.