I felt very lonely when they were all there.

We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood.

That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.

Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.

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

And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No

She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.