An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I rewrote the ending to 'Farewell to Arms,' the last page of it, thirty-nine times before I was satisfied. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“She talked all the time and at first it was about people and places.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
As to Hemingway, I read him for the first time in the early 'forties, something about bells, balls and bulls, and loathed… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I was young and not gloomy and there were always strange and comic things that happened in the worst time... — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Summer is a discouraging time to work - you don't feel death coming on the way it does in the fall when… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I spend a hell of a lot of time killing animals and fish so I wouldn't kill myself. When a man is… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Rush, that most exciting perversion of life, the necessity of accomplishing something in less time than should be truly allowed for its… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
You can write any time people will leave you alone and not interrupt you. Or rather you can if you will be… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“You did not do so badly for something worthless,' he said to his left hand. 'But there was a moment when I… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The first and most important thing of all, at least for writers today, is to strip language clean, to lay it bare… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“IT WAS NOW LUNCH TIME AND THEY WERE all sitting under the double green fly of the dining tent pretending that nothing… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had any time to learn.… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“He died, as the Spanish phrase has it, full of illusions. He had not had time in his life to lose any… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The great artist when he comes, uses everything that has been discovered or known about his art up to that point, being… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“So if your life trades seventy years for seventy hours I have that value now and I am lucky enough to know… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“In truly good writing no matter how many times you read it you do not know how it is done. That is… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
There are some things which cannot be learned quickly, and time, which is all we have, must be paid heavily for their… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I know the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“He remembered the time he had hooked one of a pair of marlin. The male fish always let the female fish feed… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“It was in that room too that I learned not to think about anything that I was writing from the time I… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“He thought about alone in Constantinople that time, having quarreled in Paris before he had gone out. He had whored the whole… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. I know that the night is not the same as… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“He remembered the good times with them all, and the quarrels. They always picked the finest places to have the quarrels. And… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
When you go to war as a boy you have a great illusion of immortality. Other people get killed; not you. .… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“For him it was a dark passage which led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere,… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“All I wanted to do was get back to Africa. We had not left it, yet, but when I would wake in… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
The story was writing itself and I was having a hard time keeping up with it. — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
When you give power to an executive you do not know who will be filling that position when the time of crisis… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
“The old man opened his eyes and for a moment he was coming back from a long way away. Then he smiled.” — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
To have come on all this new world of writing, with time to read in a city like Paris where there was… — 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
