All John Fante Quotes
- Listen closely. There’s a remote possibility that you might learn something: First, I don’t give a damn if my work is commercial or not…I’m the… Attempt
- So what’s the use of repentance, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the… Building
- 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. Cheap
- 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. Experience
- For your information, a good novel can change the world. Keep that in mind before you attempt to sit down at a typewriter. Never waste… Attempt
- 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… Belief
- 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
- Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty… Angeles
- It was a bad one, the Winter of 1933. Wading home that night through flames of snow, my toes burning, my ears on fire, the… Angry
- I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed. All
- One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Buker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an… Acute
- 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,… Ah
- Oh, God, help me! And I walked faster, my thoughts pursuing me, and I began to run, my frozen shoes squealing like mice, but running… All
- Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper… Alone
- Ah, Evelyn and Vivian, I love you both, I love you for your sad lives, the empty misery of your coming home at dawn. You… Ah
- You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love. Been
- I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living Aching
- 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 Blood
- (...) I let go, crying and unable to stop because God was such a dirty crook, contemptible skunk, that's what he was for doing that… All
- Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche? Almighty
- 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… Arturo
- 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,… Angeles
- I tossed my shoulders and swaggered away, whistling with pleasure. In the gutter I saw a long cigaret butt. I picked it up without shame,… American
- Listen closely. Theres a remote possibility that you might learn something: First, I dont give a damn if my work is commercial or notIm the… Attempt