I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.

I'm tired of everybody. Please forgive me.

Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind and I like to write standing up.

I never liked to hunt, you know. There was always the danger of having a horse fall on you.

My writing is nothing, my boxing is everything.

Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet.

You never kill any one that you want to kill in a war, he said to himself.