Best John Fante Quotes

#1. We were two miles from Bunker Hill, in the east part of town, in the section of factories and breweries. She

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#2. So it happened at last: I was about to become a thief, a cheap milk-stealer. Here was your lash-in-the-pen genius, your one story-writer: a thief.

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#3. Well, this is good for me, this is experience, I am here for a reason, these moments run into pages, the seamy side of life.

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#4. I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living

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#5. Arturo Bandini: -What does happiness mean to you Camilla?
Camilla: -That you can fall in love with whoever you want to,
and not feel ashamed of it.

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#6. I looked at the faces around me and I knew mine was like theirs. Faces with the blood drained away, tight faces, worried, lost. Faces like flowers torn from their roots and stuffed into a pretty vase, the colours draining fast. I had to get away from that town.

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#7. I was satisfied that I had done my best. She was insane.

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#8. Speak to me, Rosa. Look this way just once, over here Rosa, where I am watching.

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#9. Oh how I hate you, you filthy. But you're cleaner than me, because you've got no mind to sell, just that poor flesh.

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#10. My dear girl. I am equally fond of man and beast alike. There is not the slightest drop of enmity in my system.

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#11. Like my father, I am very impatient. I have a strong bullshit detector. I may finish one book in twenty that I have started.

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#12. We talked, she and I. She asked about my work and it was a pretense, she was not interested in my work. And when I answered, it was a pretense. I was not interested in my work either. There was only one thing that interested us, and she knew it. She had made it plain by her coming.

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#13. Nor did he give a damn for the world either, or the universe, or heaven or hell. But he liked women.

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#14. From a literary standpoint, I've been loving Raymond Carver's short stories, William Carlos Williams' poems, Richard Siken's 'Crush', John Fante, and Jim Harrison's book of ghazals. I love film and photography too, so many of my songs are very image rich from those influences.

Greta Salpeter

#15. Please God, please Knut Hamsun, don't desert me now. I started to write and I wrote:
The time has come, the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax
Of cabbages - and kings -

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#16. Someday, as an exercise, you might ask a writer to give himself the questions he wants to answer. If you really want a writer's opinions, you have to ask for them. What you read might surprise you.

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#17. You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.

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#18. I write every morning. Two hours. Then I take a break and become my own secretary for a few hours. If I am "hot" I write in the afternoon and at night too.

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#19. I didn't ask any questions. Everything I wanted to know was written in tortured phrases across the desolation of her face.

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#20. Ah, Los Angeles! Dust and fog of your lonely streets, I am no longer lonely. Just you wait, all of you ghosts of this room, just you wait, because it will happen, as sure as there's a God in heaven.

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#21. When stuck, hit the road.

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#22. the world was so big, so full of things I could master.

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#23. Bandini looked at a patch of blue in the east.
'Pretty soon we'll have spring', he said.
'We sure will!

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#24. Careful, Arturo Bandini: don't strain your eyesight, remember what happened to Tarkington, remember what happened to James Joyce.

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#25. Sick in my soul I tried to face the ordeal of seeking forgiveness. From whom? What God, what Christ? They were myths I once believed and now they were beliefs I felt were myths.

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#26. I told him, "The writing instinct has always lain dormant in me. Now it is in the process of metamorphosis. The era of transition has passed. I am on the threshold of expression."
He said, "Balls.

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#27. If there is work there is warmth, that when a man has freedom of movement it is enough, for then his blood is hot too

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#28. Look at the people who review. Look at their commitment to being "right" and "safe". If I had listened to my critics I would have given up years ago.

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#29. Murderer or bartender or writer, it didn't matter: his fate was the common fate of all, his finish my finish; and here tonight in this city of darkened windows were other millions like him and like me: as indistinguishable as dying blades of grass. Living was hard enough. Dying was a supreme task.

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#30. There came over me a terrifying sense of understanding about the meaning and the pathetic destiny of men. The desert was always there, a patient white animal, waiting for men to die, for civilizations to flicker and pass into the darkness.

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#31. The bible is a source of great inspiration to me. It is a textbook of metaphysics. Within the bible are keys to personal growth, and lessons in personal actualization. The bible is a spiritual masterpiece.

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#32. I discovered John Fante when I was 17 years old - strangely, not through Charles Bukowski, but through William Saroyan, who was his drinking buddy.

Jonathan Evison

#33. I tell you I always tip. It's a matter of principle with me. I'm like Hemingway. I always do it second-nature.

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#34. So fuck you, Los Angeles, fuck your palm trees, and your highassed women, and your fancy streets, for I am going home, back to Colorado, back to the best damned town in the USA - Boulder, Colorado.

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