I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.
You never kill any one that you want to kill in a war, he said to himself.
Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.
The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.
Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.