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I love to write. But it has never gotten any easier to do and you can't expect it to if you keep trying for something better than you can do.
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writing
aspiration
craft-of-writing
writing-goals
improvement
challenge
skill
goals
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It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I had already seen the end of fall come through boyhood, youth and young manhood, and in one place you could write about it better than in another. That was called transplanting yourself, I thought, and it could be as necessary with people as with other sorts of growing things.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It made him feel as a wound does that you think you cannot bear. But you can bear anything, he thought.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I wish to marry her . . . But she has one drawback, her attitude is uncooperative.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It was a wonderful meal at Michaud's after we got in; but when we had finished and there was no question of hunger any more the feeling that had been like hunger when we were on the bridge was still there when we caught the bus home. It was there when we came in the room and after we had gone to bed and made love in the dark, it was there. When I woke with the windows open and the moonlight on the roofs of the tall houses, it was there. I p..
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He was very fond of flying fish as they were his principal friends on the ocean. He was sorry for the birds, especially the small delicate dark terns that were always flying and looking and almost never finding, and he thought, the birds have a harder life than we do except for the robber birds and the heavy strong ones. Why did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel? She is kind and very b..
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Vice is a wonderful thing," Catherine said. "The people who go in for it seem to have good taste about it."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I told the boy I was a strange old man," he said. "Now is when I must prove it." The thousand times that he had proved it meant nothing. Now he was proving it again."
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There is a hollow empty feeling that a man can have when he is waked too early in the morning that is almost like the feeling of disaster and he had this multiplied a thousand times.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Augustin stood there looking down at him and cursed him speaking slowly clearly bitterly and contemptuously and cursing as steadily as though he were dumping manure on a field lifting it with a dung fork out of a wagon.
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one cup of it took the place of the evening papers, of all the old evenings in cafes, of all chestnut trees that would be in bloom now in this month, of the great slow horses of the outer boulevards, of book shops, of kiosques, and of galleries, of the Parc Montsouris, of the Stade Buffalo, and of the Butte Chaumont, of the Guaranty Trust Company and the Ile de la Cite, of Foyot's old hotel, and of being able to read and relax in the evenin..
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Mice: But reading all the good writers might discourage you. Y.C.: Then you ought to be discouraged.
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literature
reading
writing
writers-on-reading
encouragement
skill
writers
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Ernest Hemingway |
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How good a book is should be judged by the man who writes it by the excellence of the material that he eliminates.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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He had only one thing to do and that was what he should think about and he must think it out clearly and take everything as it came along, and not worry. To worry was a bad as to be afraid. It simply made things more difficult.
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worry
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Then he began to pity the great fish that he had hooked. He is wonderful and strange and who knows how old he is, he thought. Never have I had such a strong fish nor one who acted so strangely. Perhaps he is too wise to jump. He could ruin me by jumping or by a wild rush. But perhaps he has been hooked many times before and he knows that this is how he should make his fight. He cannot know it is only one man against him, nor that it is an o..
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I wish we had horses to ride," Maria said. "In my happiness I would like to be on a good horse and ride fast with thee riding fast beside me and we would ride faster and faster, galloping, and never pass my happiness."
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He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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This book is fiction, but there is always a chance that such a work of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.
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He can't have gone, he said "Christ know he can't have gone. He's making a turn. Maybe he has been hooked before and her remembers something of it." The he felt the gentle touch on the line and he was happy."
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hope
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It was one of those things that gave you a false feeling of soldering.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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We're no kin," Thomas Hudson said. "We just used to live in the same town and make some of the same mistakes."
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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.
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reading
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This was Brett, that I had felt like crying about. Then I thought of her walking up the street and stepping into the car, as I had last seen her, and of course in a little while I felt like hell again. It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I was just bathing." "Aren't you the fortunate man. Bathing." "Only a shower."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Good-bye, you chaps," Mike said. "It was a damned fine fiesta." "So long, Mike," Bill said. "I'll see you around," I said. "Don't worry about money," Mike said. "You can pay for the car, Jake, and I'll send you my share." "So long, Mike." "So long, you chaps. You've been damned nice." We all shook hands. We waved from the car to Mike. He stood in the road watching."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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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 General Grant. So was Jefferson Davis. Lincoln just freed the slaves on a bet.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It is silly not to hope,
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I was pretty well through with the subject. At one time or another I had probably considered it from most of its various angles, including the one that certain injuries or imperfections are a subject of merriment while remaining quite serious for the person possessing them.
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If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. 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.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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And Barcelona. You should see Barcelona." "How is it?" "It is all still comic opera. First it was the paradise of the crackpots and the romantic revolutionists. Now it is the paradise of the fake soldier. The soldiers who like to wear uniforms, who like to strut and swagger and wear red-and-black scarves. Who like everything about war except to fight. Valencia makes you sick and Barcelona makes you laugh."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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When people talk listen completely. Don't be thinking what you're going to say. Most people never listen.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It was always pleasant crossing bridges in Paris.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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You could not go back. If you did not go forward what happened?
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Then too you are in love. Do not forget that is a religious feeling.
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religion
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Ernest Hemingway |
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I'd be glad to shoot you.' 'Would you?' 'No. There's a law against it.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Que va," the boy said. "There are many good fishermen and some great ones. But there is only you."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Then nothing worries you?" "Only being sent away from you. You're my religion. You're all I've got."
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He sat on the logs, smoking, drying in the sun, the sun warm on his back the river shallow ahead entering the woods, curving into the woods, shallows light glittering, big water-smooth rocks, cedars along the bank and white birches, the logs warm in the sun, smooth to sit on, without bark, gray to the touch; slowly the feeling of disappointment left him.
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Kazhdyi god v tebe chto-to umiraet, kogda s derev'ev opadaiut list'ia, a golye vetki bezzashchitno kachaiutsia na vetru v kholodnom zimnem svete. No ty znaesh', chto vesna obiazatel'no pridet, tak zhe kak ty uveren, chto zamerzshaia reka snova osvoboditsia oto l'da. No kogda kholodnye dozhdi l'iut ne perestavaia i ubivaiut vesnu, kazhetsia, budto ni za chto zagublena molodaia zhizn'... ... ... V to vremia ia uzhe znal, chto, kogda chto-to k..
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Ernest Hemingway |
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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.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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It was a very Corsican wine and you could dilute it by half with water and still receive its message.
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Ernest Hemingway |
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We're always lucky," I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too."
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Ernest Hemingway |
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For we have been there in the books and out of the books--and where we go, if we are any good, there you can go as we have been. A country, finally, erodes and the dust blows away, the people all die and none of them were of any importance permanently, except those who practised the arts,
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