Robert > Robert's Quotes

“You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.”
― Mae West

“The trouble with being in the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.”
― Lily Tomlin

“From the moment I picked up your book until I put it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Some day I intend reading it.”
― Groucho Marx

“This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.”
― Sid Ziff

“It's not denial. I'm just selective about the reality I accept.”
― Bill Watterson

“The covers of this book are too far apart.”
― Ambrose Bierce

“I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.”
― Peter Ustinov

“Oh, I love hugging. I wish I was an octopus, so I could hug 10 people at a time!”
― Drew Barrymore

“Sometimes I write drunk and revise sober, and sometimes I write sober and revise drunk. But you have to have both elements in creation — the Apollonian and the Dionysian, or spontaneity and restraint, emotion and discipline.”
― Peter De Vries, Reuben, Reuben

“The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“A man's got to take a lot of punishment to write a really funny book.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“Good writing is good conversation, only more so.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“This is a hell of dull talk... How about some of that champagne?”
― Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

“Remember to get the weather in your damn book--weather is very important.”
― Ernest Hemingway

“People do not deserve good writing, they are so pleased with bad.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“I would rather be attacked than unnoticed. For the worst thing you can do to an author is to be silent as to his works.”
― Samuel Johnson

“I don't want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany's: A Short Novel and Three Stories

“I . . . am always half afraid of finding a clever novel too clever--& of finding my own story & my own people all forestalled.”
― Jane Austen

“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That's how you'll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky."
"She's drunk," Joe Bell informed me.
"Moderately," Holly confessed....Holly lifted her martini. "Let's wish the Doc luck, too," she said, touching her glass against mine. "Good luck: and believe me, dearest Doc -- it's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“But it's Sunday, Mr. Bell. Clocks are slow on Sundays.”
― Truman Capote, Breakfast at Tiffany’s and Three Stories

“There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither works.”
― Will Rogers