I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of [$h¡t]. I try to put the [$h¡t] in the wastebasket. – 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