Capturing some of his quotes stuck in my heart.
If you knew you would kill, other people sensed it very quickly and you were let alone; but there were certain situations you could not allow yourself to be forced into or trapped into.
It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.
Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and the branches were bare against the wind and the cold , wintry night. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.
Hunger is good discipline and you learn from it.
...all the paintings were sharpened and clearer and more beautiful if you we're belly-empty, hollow-hungry.
I said I did not believe anyone could write anyway except the very best he could write without destroying his talent.
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than e butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it has been effortless. ~ on Scott Fitzgerald
To hear him talk of it, you would never know how very good it was, except that he had the shyness about it that all non-conceited writers have when they have done something very fine, and I hoped he would get the book quickly so that I might read it. ~ on Scott Fitzgerald and The
Great Gatsby.
I was getting tired of the literary life, if this was the literary life that I was leading, and already I missed not working and I felt death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.
Never to go on trips with anyone you do not love.
All things wicked start from an innocence. So you live day by day and enjoy what you have and do not worry. You lie and hate it and its destroys you and everyday is more dangerous, but you live day to day as in a war.
Paris was never to be the same again although it was always Paris and you changed as it changed.
