“ There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what d… Ernest Hemingway
“ There are many who do not know they are fascists but will find it out when the time comes. Ernest Hemingway
“ The war was a long way away. Maybe there wasn't any war. There was no war here. Then I realized it was over for me. But I did not have the feeling that it was really over. I had the feeling of a boy w… Ernest Hemingway
“ Some made the long drop from the apartment or the office window; some took it quietly in two-car garages with the motor running; some used the native tradition of the Colt or Smith and Wesson; those w… Ernest Hemingway
“ Now he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them… Ernest Hemingway
“ No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful. Ernest Hemingway
“ Never think that war, no matter how necessary nor how justified, is not a crime. Ask the infantry and ask the dead. Ernest Hemingway
“ Maybe away from Paris I could write about Paris as in Paris I could write about Michigan. I did not know it was too early for that because I did not know Paris well enough. But that was how it worked… Ernest Hemingway
“ Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it? Love was what we had that no one else had or could ever have? And you were a genius and I was your whole life. I was your partner and your little black flower.… Ernest Hemingway
“ I’m fonder of you than anybody on earth. I couldn’t tell you that in New York. It’d mean I was a faggot. That was what the Civil War was about. Abraham Lincoln was a faggot. He was in love with Genera… Ernest Hemingway
“ It is usually impossible for a large body of people to support themselves indefinitely by borrowing money, although a few people enjoy a great success at it for a time. Ernest Hemingway
“ In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in… Ernest Hemingway
