Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat — no matter who killed the meat for him. – Ernest Hemingway
Youre an expatriate. Youve lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see? You hang around caf?s. – Ernest Hemingway