Ernest Hemingway Quotes
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God knows, people who are paid to have attitudes toward things, professional critics, make me sick; camp-following eunuchs of literature.
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Everybody is friends when things are bad enough.
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To hell with luck. I'll bring the luck with me.
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Men cannot act before the camera in the presence of death.
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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
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He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.
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You never kill any one that you want to kill in a war, he said to himself.
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He did not say that because he knew that if you said a good thing it might not happen.
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War is not won by victory.
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A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses.
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No writer who knows the great writers who did not receive the Prize can accept it other than with humility. There is no need to list these writers. Everyone here may make his own list according to his knowledge and his conscience.
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A cat has absolute honesty.
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I think you should learn about writing from everybody who has ever written that has anything to teach you
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My training was never to drink after dinner nor before I wrote nor while I was writing.
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He's a great writer. If I didn't think so I wouldn't have tried to kill him... I was the champ and when I read his stuff I knew he had something. So I dropped a heavy glass skylight on his head at a drinking party. But you can't kill the guy. He's not human.
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So this was how you died, in whispers that you did not hear.
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If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.
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I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.
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It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an animal, and a piece of scarlet serge draped over a stick.
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There isnt always an explanation for everything.
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If you have a success, you have it for the wrong reasons. If you become popular it is always because of the worst aspects of your work.
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Until the dead are buried they change somewhat in appearance each day. The color change in Caucasian races is from white to yellow, to yellow-green, to black. If left long enough in the heat the flesh comes to resemble coal-tar, especially where it has been broken or torn, and it has quite a visible tarlike iridescence. The dead grow larger each day until sometimes they become quite too big for their uniforms, filling these until they seem blown tight enough to burst. The individual members may increase in girth to an unbelievable extent and faces fill as taut and globular as balloons.
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Not the why but the what.
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For a true writer each book should be a new beginning, where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment.