Quote by Ernest Hemingway
A mans got to take a lot of punishment to write a really funny boo

A mans got to take a lot of punishment to write a really funny book. – Ernest Hemingway

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My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way. – Ernest Hemingway

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About morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after. – Ernest Hemingway

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You write a book like that youre fond of over the years, then you see that happen to it, its like pissing in your fathers beer. – Ernest Hemingway

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When humor can be made to alternate with melancholy, one has a success, but when the same things are funny and melancholic at the same time, its just wonderful. – Francois Truffaut

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My parents, grandparents, aunts and uncles were all funny, and I felt that energy, that delivery, that timing, that sarcasm. All that stuff seeped into my brain. – Jeff Ross

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Its funny recently Ive started to notice peoples impersonations of me, and its basically like a hyperactive child. – Dave Grohl

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We all know funny people who cant get it down on the page – even funny writers who cant get it down on the page. – Calvin Trillin

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