Ernest Hemingway Quotes
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
Ernest Hemingway
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People that don't know me get 'Mossed'. It means, I was gonna go home, but then I just got led astray. In the best possible way, of course. I mean, it's always fun, and a good time.
Kate Moss
I hate negative ads in general.
Ed Rendell
My approach to every game was to try to erase the games that were before and try to focus on the game at hand.
Cal Ripken, Jr.
I began photographing in 1946. Before that, I was a painter and drawer, with my mother and father's support. They were a bit pissed when I went into photography. They thought photographers were guys who took pictures at weddings.
Harold Feinstein
Set in the advertising world of the 1960s, 'Mad Men' is stunning to look at - a Camelot-era parade of smartly dressed professionals lounging around on midcentury modern furniture.
Adam Cohen
Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
W. Clement Stone
Yes, we three were so happy, my wife, my guitar and me!
Big Bill Broonzy
But for the national welfare, it is urgent to realize that the minorities do think, and think about something other than the race problem.
Zora Neale Hurston
I don't understand small businesses, only big ones. Marriage is the hardest small business.
Mikhail Prokhorov
I've had some weird experiences.
David Bailey
Music played a large role in the survival of the black people in America — that and a sense of humor that just couldn't be enslaved.
Redd Foxx
He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on.
Ernest Hemingway
