Survival, with honor, that outmoded and all-important word, is as difficult as ever and as all-important to a writer. Those who do… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Abstract words… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Certain numbers… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Honor to a Spaniard, no matter how dishonest, is as real a thing as water, wine, or olive oil. There is honor… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Certainly it is valuable to a trained writer to crash in an aircraft which burns. He learns several important things very quickly.… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“It was not brilliant bull-fighting. It was only perfect bull-fighting.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
One cat just leads to another. The place is so damned big it doesn't really seem as though there were many cats until you… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Creation's probably overrated. After all, God made the world in only six days and rested on the seventh. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
What is moral is what you feel good after, and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“We drove out along the coast road. There was the green of the headlands, the white, red-roofed villas, patches of forest, and the ocean… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
As a Nobel Prize winner I cannot but regret that the award was never given to Mark Twain, nor to Henry James, speaking only… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I read my own books sometimes to cheer me when it is hard to write, and then I remember that it was always difficult,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
