Never go on trips with anyone you do not love. – Ernest Hemingway
His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterflys wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. – Ernest Hemingway
I learned never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it. – Ernest Hemingway
A beautiful vacuum filled with wealthy monogamists, all powerful and members of the best families all drinking themselves to death. – Ernest Hemingway