I don't feel any way,' the girl said. 'I just know things.

Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.

My life used to be full of everything. Now if you aren't with me I haven't a thing in the world.

If the wind rises it can push us against the flood when it comes.

There is a mystery in all great writing and that mystery does not dissect out. It continues and is always valid.

If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing.

Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.