Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.

To hell with luck. I'll bring the luck with me.

I rewrote the ending of 'Farewell to Arms' 39 times before I was satisfied.

It's all nonsense. It's only nonsense. I'm not afraid of the rain. I am not afraid of the rain. Oh, oh, God, I wish I wasn't.

Anglers have a way of romanticizing their battles with fish.

Love is infinitely more endurable than hate.

When I had finished the book I knew that no matter what Scott did, nor how he behaved, I must know it was like a sickness and be of any help I could to him and try to be a good friend. He had many good, good friends, more than anyone I knew. But I enlisted as one more, whether I could be of any use to him or not. If he could write a book as fine as The Great Gatsby I was sure that he could write an even better one. I did not know Zelda yet, and so I did not know the terrible odds that were against him. But we were to find them out soon enough.