It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.

He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back anymore. The gates were closed, the sun was down, and there was no beauty left but the gray beauty of steel that withstands all time. Even the grief he could have borne was left behind in the country of youth, of illusion, of the richness of life, where his winter dreams had flourished.

i'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes

Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him.