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There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
Ernest Hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway
Age: 61 †
Born: 1899
Born: July 21
Died: 1961
Died: July 2
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When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.
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Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don’t know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.
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And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it?
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The only place where you could see life and death, i. e., violent death now that the wars were over, was in the bull ring and I wanted very much to go to Spain where I could study it. I was trying to learn to write, commencing with the simplest things, and one of the simplest things of all and the most fundamental is violent death.
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Don't get discouraged because there's a lot of mechanical work to writing. I rewrote the first part of Farewell to Arms at least fifty times.
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We wait always for something that does not come.
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But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn't any good. It was like saying good-by to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.
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The coward dies a thousand deaths, the brave but one'.... (The man who first said that) was probably a coward.... He knew a great deal about cowards but nothing about the brave. The brave dies perhaps two thousand deaths if he's intelligent. He simply doesn't mention them.
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Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.
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Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.
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Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.
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The brown blotches of the benevolent skin cancer the sun brings from its reflection on the tropic sea were on his cheeks. The blotches ran well down the sides of his face and his hands had the deep-creased scars from handling heavy fish on the cords. But none of these scars were fresh. They were as old as erosions in a fishless desert.
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A writer without a sense of justice or injustice would be better off editing the yearbook for a school for exceptional children.
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War is not won by victory.
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And bed, he thought. Bed is my friend. Just bed, he thought. Bed will be a great thing. It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, the thought.
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But perhaps he had enough animal strength and detached intelligence that he could make another start.
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God knows, people who are paid to have attitudes toward things, professional critics, make me sick camp-following eunuchs of literature.
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Everyone my age had written a novel and I was still having difficulty writing a paragraph.
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Religion is the opium of the poor.
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When you give power to an executive you do not know who will be filling that position when the time of crisis comes.
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