It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.

When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

Don't get discouraged because there's a lot of mechanical work to writing. I rewrote the first part of Farewell to Arms at least fifty times.

Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light.

No writer who knows the great writers who did not receive the Prize can accept it other than with humility. There is no need to list these writers. Everyone here may make his own list according to his knowledge and his conscience.

A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it.

Write as well as you can and finish what you start.