In modern war... you will die like a dog for no good reason.

You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother.

I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.

I don't like to write like God. It is only because you never do it, though, that the critics think you can't do it.

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

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

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