Naomi Wood Quotes & Sayings

Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore. — Naomi Wood

The longer I don't write, the more I hurt. — Naomi Wood

Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce. — Naomi Wood

The hangover: such a cure, she thinks, for overthinking. — Naomi Wood

What a pull he has! What a magnetism! Women jump off balconies and follow him into wars. Women turn their eyes from an affair, because a marriage of three is better than a woman alone. — Naomi Wood

What a feat, she thinks, to want to marry every woman he fucks. He is so good at being in love that Ernest Hemingway makes a rotten husband. — Naomi Wood

She kissed him but he didn't seem to recognize it. — Naomi Wood

Talents too many, not enough of any. — Naomi Wood

Paris without a good book is like a pretty girl with only one eye. — Naomi Wood

What's happening to me? he might have thought. What am I doing down here in the black? — Naomi Wood

Don't worry," she says. "Ernest always attracted obsessives. You were only one of many. And secretly, sometimes, I think he was flattered. Nobody ever stalked Fitzgerald. — Naomi Wood

No imagination and no champagne. I'd rather not bother without those two. — Naomi Wood

But writers and their woes: they couldn't be parted. Not for anything. — Naomi Wood

Oh no. I split my time between Paris and New York. They're the only places to really live. — Naomi Wood

Let's never get married agin, kitten."
"Certainly not to each other.". — Naomi Wood

Sometimes there's this feeling of things being repeated. I put the needle on the same place in the same track and I expect a different tune. — Naomi Wood

No one ever tells you that: that there's no method. Writing's a lawless place. — Naomi Wood

Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood. — Naomi Wood

The Sun Also Rises, A Farewell to Arms, Death in the Afternoon - as well as all of the short stories that writers studied for the inner trick of them. But there was no trickery: only the plain words put there as if they had always been there - like pebbles cooled in a river. — Naomi Wood

I want to be a good man, a good writer."
"Be one or the other, Ernest, not both. — Naomi Wood

No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief. — Naomi Wood