Anyone who says he wants to be a writer and isn't writing, doesn't.

There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene.

In war, one cannot say what one feels.

I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, all that you're yet to be.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.

Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it all was nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada.