People love conversation, and movies are conversations, and an audience has to participate; it has to fill in some blanks.

Lucas is living the life that I wanted, but I want to be clear, I don't feel there's been any pressure for him to live it.

Making fake biography, false history, concocting a half-imaginary existence out of the actual drama of my life is my life.

One of the joys of being in love is that it clarifies your priorities. Complication arises from not knowing what you want.

I would know you anywhere for my true love. Whoever I was and whoever you were, I would know you at once for my true love.

In fact, it’s the very impersonality of impersonal knowledge that renders such knowledge the most ethically potent of all.

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

For me, Fitzgerald was one of the great American writers of the last century; a wordsmith, a storyteller, a perfectionist.

There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. By being happy we sow anonymous benefits upon the world.

The body is a house of many windows: there we all sit, showing ourselves and crying on the passers-by to come and love us.

An aim in life is the only fortune worth the finding; and it is not to be found in foreign lands, but in the heart itself.

The full truth of this odd matter is what the world has long been looking for and the public curiosity is sure to welcome.

It is almost a general rule that nations do not decline gradually. Instead they fall abruptly from their greatest heights.

if love doesnt come first and linger after, if love cant wait and endure disappointment and seperation, then its not love.

I am clearly vulnerable to these more passionate and volatile unstable relationships. I am trying to not be so vulnerable.

Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.

Women have more energy, for a greater number of years, than men. Men, as they age, become either more wise or more stupid.

Language description and metaphors seem readily available. The things I have to work harder at are plot, pacing, and form.

A lot of my literature deals with these people who are somehow magnetic because they have that ability to step over lines.

People who have few possessions cling tightly to those they have. That is one of the facts that make life so discouraging.

I feel that I am writing out of a full life. I am a rich man, rich in men known, in adventures had. I am rich with living.

The trouble with this country is that there are too many people going about saying, "The trouble with this country is...."

Widowers marry again because it makes their lives easier. Widows often don't, because it makes their lives harder. [p. 61]

Every time I finish a book, I say to an imaginary god that I do not believe in, 'Please let me live to write another one.'

Dostoevsky was the first to reveal to us this teeming multiplicity of emotions, this complexity of our spiritual universe.

And even if she says no, and really means yes, then quite frankly she's playing games and isn't worth the price of dinner.

Optimism isnt funny unless you are laughing at the person, whereas extreme pessimism is extremely funny. Its exaggeration.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

It gets too easy to write from the point of view of a male character of my age, with the same cultural frame of reference.

To make mistakes is natural, but to go to one's grave without having understood them is to make life a pointless exercise.

But just because you’re strong and resilient doesn’t mean you never need someone to be there for you, to take care of you.

That's how they say it: He loves you in his own way. Well, what about my way? What if I need for him to love me in my way?

My memories of them had rubbed thin with overuse, worn to frail color transparencies flickering on the walls of my mind...

A woman would rather visit her own grave than the place where she has been young and beautiful after she is aged and ugly.

Is not life in itself a thing of goodness, irrespective of whether the course it takes for us can be called a 'happy' one?

They carried all they could bear, and then some, including a silent awe for the terrible power of the things they carried.

Whenever a woman says 'We need to talk,' it means she's reached a decision and it's already too late for you to talk back.

Love is an optical illusion that makes you believe the object of your affection is the most beautiful person in the world.

You rely on a sentence to say more than the denotation and the connotation; you revel in the smoke that the words send up.

I think some aspects of writing can be taught. Obviously, you can't teach vision or talent. But you can help with comfort.

Wait, wait, wait, wait. Don't try to write through it, to force it. Many do, but that won't work. Just wait, it will come.

To get to a place where you could love anything you chose--not to need permission for desire--well now _that_ was freedom.

Say make me, remake me. You are free to do it and I am free to let you because look, look. Look where your hands are. Now.

You know I don’t listen to market gossip,” she began, “but it is hard not to hear it when my daughter’s name is mentioned.

Not writing is as important as writing - go out into the world and remember how interesting it, and the people in it, are.

It doesn't take skill to stand in a place were no bullets find you, or to fire into the dark and hit a man you didn't see.

The battle we are fighting is not against a particular group. It is against human nature - or at least what it has become.

You can trust a few some of the time, and most none of the time. Feel lucky if you have even one to trust all of the time.

I know more than I can express in words, and the little I can express would not have been expressed, had I not known more.

To play safe, I prefer to accept only one type of power: the power of art over trash, the triumph of magic over the brute.

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