If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

You’re my religion. You’re all I’ve got.

To be able to say: I loved this person, we had a hell of a nice time together, it's over but in a way it will never be over and I do know that I for sure loved this person, to be able to say that and mean it, that's rare. That's rare and valuable.

All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn.

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

All stories, if continued far enough, end in death.