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
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