You know I don't love any one but you. you shouldn't mind because some one else loved me.
You've such a lovely temperature.
My big fish must be somewhere.
I'm going to stay with you. If you go to jail, we might as well both go.
There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.
Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.
I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket.
Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.
I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.