“He started to talk about my writing and I stopped listening. It made me feel sick for people to talk about my writing to my face, and I looked at him and his marked-for-death look and I thought, you con… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“In the end everyone, or not quite everyone, made friends again in order not to be stuffy or righteous. I did too. But I… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“At two meetings the stimulated horses that I was backing outraced the unstimulated or insufficiently stimulated beasts except for one race in which our… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“You rotten son of a bitch what are you doing in here off your filthy beat?” “Don’t be insulting just because you want to… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“She had some ignition trouble with the old Model T Ford she then drove and the young man who worked in the garage and… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“He started to talk about my writing and I stopped listening. It made me feel sick for people to talk about my writing to… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“You might be considered a gentleman in Italy,” Ford said magnanimously.” — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“In those days you did not really need anything, not even the rabbit’s foot, but it was good to feel it in your pocket.” — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“When you are twenty-five and are a natural heavyweight, missing a meal makes you very hungry. But it also sharpens all of your perceptions,… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“The completely unambitious writer and the really good unpublished poem are the things we lack most at this time. There is, of course, the… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
“I knew I must write a novel. But it seemed an impossible thing to do when I had been trying with great difficulty to… — Hemingway Ernest Copy Share Image
