Ernest Hemingway Quotes
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There is no rule on how to write.
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Mr. Barnes, it is because I have lived very much that now I can enjoy everything so well
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America is the land of wide lawns and narrow minds.
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Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide... I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting.
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Now a writer can make himself a nice career while he is alive by espousing a political cause, working for it, making a profession of believing in it, and if it wins he will be very well placed. All politics is a matter of working hard without reward, or with a living wage for a time, in the hope of booty later. A man can be a Fascist or a Communist and if his outfit gets in he can get to be an ambassador or have a million copies of his books printed by the Government or any of the other rewards the boys dream about.
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I was blown up while we were eating cheese.
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I would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.
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That terrible mood of depression of whether it's any good or not is what is known as The Artist's Reward.
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How little we know of what there is to know. I wish that I were going to live a long time instead of going to die today because I have learned much about life in these four days; more, I think than in all other time. I'd like to be an old man to really know. I wonder if you keep on learning or if there is only a certain amount each man can understand. I thought I knew so many things that I know nothing of. I wish there was more time.
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The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it.
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Auto racing, bull fighting, and mountain climbing are the only real sports... all the others are games.
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But in the meantime all the life you have or ever will have is today, tonight, tomorrow, today, tonight, tomorrow, over and over again (I hope).
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There is no night life in Spain. They stay up late but they get up late. That is not night life. That is delaying the day. Night life is when you get up with a hangover in the morning. Night life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill. Night life goes round and round and you look at the wall to make it stop. Night life comes out of a bottle and goes into a jar. If you think how much are the drinks it is not night life.
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Life is pain, so live it up while you can.
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In order to write about life first you must live it.
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Details make stories human, and the more human a story can be, the better.
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He knew he would not be afraid. Even if he ever was afraid he knew that he could do it anyway.
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To be a successful father... there's one absolute rule: when you have a kid, don't look at it for the first two years.
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Cheer up,' I said. 'All countries look just like the moving pictures.
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Out of all the things you could not have there were some things that you could have and one of those was to know when you were happy and to enjoy all of it while it was there and it was good.
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Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs but maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than to break your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that sometimes, afterwards, many are stronger at the broken places.
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How lazily the sun goes down in Granada, it hides beneath the water, it conceals in the Alhambra!
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Remember to get the weather in your damn book-weather is very important.
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Because we would not wear any clothes because it was so hot and the windows open and the swallows flying over the roofs of the houses and when it was dark afterward and you went to the window very small bats hunting over the houses and close down over the trees and we would drink capri and the door locked and it hot and only a sheet and the whole night and we would both love each other all night in the hot night in Milan. That was how it ought to be.