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Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter's honor.
Ernest Hemingway
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Ernest Hemingway
Age: 61 †
Born: 1899
Born: July 21
Died: 1961
Died: July 2
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Don't do what you sincerely don't want to do. Never confuse movement with action.
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Write drunk edit sober.
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Perhaps I should not have been a fisherman, he thought. But that was the thing that I was born for.
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If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.
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I might say that what amateurs call a style is usually only the unavoidable awkwardnesses in first trying to make something that has not heretofore been made.
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Now, being in Africa, I was hungry for more of it, the changes of the seasons, the rains with no need to travel, the discomforts that you paid to make it real, the names of the trees, of the small animals, and all the birds, to know the language and have time to be in it and to move slowly.
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Listen now. When people talk listen completely. Don't be thinking what you're going to say. Most people never listen. Nor do they observe.
Ernest Hemingway
Never confuse movement with action.
Ernest Hemingway
Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife underhand into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all the furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it.
Ernest Hemingway
It is a miserable thing to have people writing about your private life while you are alive. I have tried to stop it all that I could but there have been many abuses by people I trusted. You cannot stop trusting people in life but I have learned to be a little bit careful. The way to make people trust-worthy is to trust them.
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In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
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Fortunately I have never learned to take the good advice I give myself nor the counsel of my fears.
Ernest Hemingway
Sometimes you know the story. Sometimes you make it up as you go along and have no idea how it will come out.
Ernest Hemingway
The fish is my friend too...I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky he thought
Ernest Hemingway
To hell with the Church when it becomes a State and the hell with the State when it becomes a Church.
Ernest Hemingway
Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.
Ernest Hemingway
When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.
Ernest Hemingway
Wine is a grand thing, I said. It makes you forget all the bad.
Ernest Hemingway
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
Ernest Hemingway
Life breaks us all but in the end we are stronger in the broken places.
Ernest Hemingway