He was just a coward and that was the worst luck any many could have.

Those who say they want to be writers, and aren’t writing, don’t.

Critics are men who watch a battle from a high place then come down and shoot the survivors.

There was no really good true war book during the entire four years of the war. The only true writing that came through during the war was in poetry. One reason for this is that poets are not arrested as quickly as prose writers.

That is what we are supposed to do when we are at our best - make it all up - but make it up so truly that later it will happen that way.

I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.