John Fante famous quotes

Last updated: Sep 5, 2024

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 time on something you don't believe in yourself.
-- John Fante

#Believe #Typewriters #Mind
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
-- John Fante

#Men #Blood #Hot
Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?
-- John Fante

#Atheist #Sorry #Atheism
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 her name.
-- John Fante

#Dust #Names #Tree
Listen closely. Thereâ€™s a remote possibility that you might learn something: First, I donâ€™t give a damn if my work is commercial or notâ€¦Iâ€™m the writer. If what I write is good, then people will read it. Thatâ€™s why literature exists. An author puts his heart and guts on the page. 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 time on something you donâ€™t believe in yourself.
-- John Fante

#Believe #Writing #Heart
I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living
-- John Fante

#Loneliness #Men #Tears
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.
-- John Fante

#Sick #Soul #Faces
You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.
-- John Fante

#Might #Might Have Been
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 too are alone, but you are not like Arturo Bandini, who is neither fish, fowl nor good red herring. So have your champagne, because I love you both, and you too, Vivian, even if your mouth looks like it had been dug out with raw fingernails and your old child's eyes swim in blood written like mad sonnets.
-- John Fante

#Children #Love You #Eye
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 town I loved you so much, you sad flower in the sand, you pretty town!
-- John Fante

#Flower #Feet #Giving
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.
-- John Fante

#Running #Pages #Sides
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.
-- John Fante

#Milk #Thieves #Genius
So whatâ€™s the use of repentance, and what do you care for goodness, and what if you should die in a quake, so who the hell cares? So I walked downtown, so these were the high buildings, so let the earthquake come, let it bury me and my sins, so who the hell cares? No good to God or man, die one way or another, a quake or a hanging, it didnâ€™t matter why or when or how.
-- John Fante

#Men #Earthquakes #What If
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 snow swirling around me like a flock of angry nuns, I stopped dead in my tracks. The time had come to take stock. Fair weather or foul, certain forces in the world were at work trying to destroy me.
-- John Fante

#Home #Winter #Night
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.
-- John Fante

#Falling In Love #Mean #Doe
I have wanted women whose very shoes are worth all I have ever possessed.
-- John Fante

#Shoes #Wanted
(...) 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 thing to that woman. Come down out of the skies, you God, come on down and I'll hammer your face all over the city of Los Angeles, you miserable unpardonable prankster. If it wasn't for you, this woman would not have been so maimed, and neither would the world, (...)
-- John Fante

#Letting Go #Dirty #Sky
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 important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.
-- John Fante

#Night #Doors #Light
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.
-- John Fante

#Lonely #Fog #Dust
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 didn't help, the thoughts to the left and right and behind me. But as I ran, The Arm, that good left arm, took hold of the situation and spoke soothingly: ease up, Kid, it's loneliness, you're all alone in the world; your father, your mother, your faith, they can't help you, nobody helps anybody, you only help yourself, and that's why I'm here, because we are inseperable, and we'll take care of everything.
-- John Fante

#Mother #Running #Loneliness
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.
-- John Fante

#Made #Not Interested #Pretense

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