God knows I didn't mean to fall in love with her

Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.

There are the two curses of Spain, the bulls and the priests.

The telephone and visitors are the work destroyers.

The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.

Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your reserves.

In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.