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In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.
“Conversation is going to be so difficult,”
The fear was still there like a cold slimy hollow in all the emptiness where once his confidence had been and it made him feel sick.
a brave man is always frightened three times by a lion; when he first sees his track, when he first hears him roar and when he first confronts him.
He lived in a small, tight, professional world of personal efficiency, nightly alcoholic triumph, and insolence.
He died, as the Spanish phrase has it, full of illusions. He had not had time in his life to lose any of them,
By God, he was the biggest one I ever heard of.
Their color was not gone yet.
“The bigger they are, the more meat for the poor.”
If he thought about it, he would be gone.
being wounded, after all, was really an accident.
“Should we have another drink?” “All right.”
“Well, I don’t mind him,” Guy said—“except the way he leans out on the turns.”
country or the people.
“He’s nervous and crabby,” I said. “He’s a good fellow, Soldier.”
Our deepest convictions—will Science upset them? Our civilization—is it inferior to older orders of things?
WAS
What is intelligence? Hot vs Cold. Warmth vs chill. I need a break Jesus. The devil's lettuce. Despacito. Rummage. Stupidity is using a tool to self-inflict. Personality is a spectrum of hot and cold, (think communal favor), Communication is a search engine. Hallucination is pride (Think egoic delusion). Curiosity killed the cat. An artist devises the glory of trade.
Gentlemen, either you must govern—or you must be governed. That is all, gentlemen. Good-day.”
upset.”
They didn’t know we didn’t want them, but we didn’t have nothing to do with them, and after a while they went away.”
“You do not believe in education?” “No,” said Mr. Frazer. “In knowledge, yes.”
Revolution, Mr. Frazer thought, is no opium. Revolution is a catharsis; an ecstasy which can only be prolonged by tyranny. The opiums are for before and for after. He was thinking well, a little too well.
“You aren’t treating me square,” he said. “Who did you treat square, you rummy?” I told him. “You’d doublecross your own mother.”
When they were scared they got excited, and when they got excited they wanted to kill somebody.
He was thinking that he had never really felt pain before.
She’s a sea boat all right.
and the always-dirty desire to see how people act under an emotional conflict, that makes writers such attractive friends.
You have to lie very often in a war and when you have to lie you should do it quickly and as well as you can.
Well, this shooting had made him look about ten years younger.
you are often deceived by hope and optimism.