For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color." - Ernest Hemingway.

Some writers are only born to help another writer write one sentence.

Ezra was right half the time, and when he was wrong, he was so wrong you were never in any doubt about it.

There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.

Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a strange life.

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

If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.