I kissed her neck and shoulders. I felt faint with loving her so much.

Ernest Hemingway

Ernest Hemingway

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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All thinking men are atheists.

The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.

But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there.

Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bull-fighters.

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.

It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

Good writing is true writing. If a man is making a story up it will be true in proportion to the amount of knowledge of life that he has and how conscientious he is; so that when he makes something up it is as it would truly be.

I knew that now, reading it in the oversensitized state of my mind after too much brandy, I would remember it somewhere, and afterward it would seem as though it had really happened to me.

Then he was sorry for the great fish... How many people will he feed?.. But are they worthy to eat him? No, of course, not. There is no one worthy of eating him from the manner of his behavior and his great dignity.

Fall for them, but don't let them ruin you.

Everything is on such a clear financial basis in France. It is the simplest country to live in. No one makes things complicated by becoming your friend for any obscure reason. If you want people to like you you have only to spend a little money.

Writing. It is like no other light. A very clear and hollow light.

A valuable thing too is never to let anyone know how fine you thought anyone else ever was because they know better and no one was ever that splendid.

Madame, all stories, if continued far enough, end in death, and he is no true-story teller who would keep that from you.