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I Am One Of Those Who Like To Stay Late At The Cafe," The Older Waiter Said. "with All Those Who Do Not Want To Go To Bed. With All Those Who Need A Light For The Night." "i Want To Go Home And Into Bed." "we Are Of Two Different Kinds," The Older Waiter Said. He Was Now Dressed To Go Home. "it Is Not Only A Question Of Youth And Confidence Although Those Things Are Very Beautiful. Each Night. I Am Reluctant To Close Up Because There May Be Someone Who Needs The Cafe.

-Ernest Hemingway

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I Am One Of Those Who Like To Stay Late At The Cafe," The Older Waiter Said. "with All Those Who Do Not Want To Go To Bed. With All Those Who Need A Light For The Night." "i Want To Go Home And Into Bed." "we Are Of Two Different Kinds," The Older Waiter Said. He Was Now Dressed To Go Home. "it Is Not Only A Question Of Youth And Confidence Although Those Things Are Very Beautiful. Each Night. I Am Reluctant To Close Up Because There May Be Someone Who Needs The Cafe.

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You Know I Don't Love Any One But You. You Shouldn't Mind Because Some One Else Loved Me.

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Rest Of Your Life

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Why Did They Make Birds So Delicate And Fine As Those Sea Swallows When The Ocean Can Be So Cruel?

Details Make Stories Human, And The More Human A Story Can Be, The Better.

I Don't Feel Any Way,' The Girl Said. 'i Just Know Things.

My Heart's Broken,' He Thought. 'if I Feel This Way My Heart Must Be Broken.

Never Confuse Movement With Action.

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Nobody Knows What's In Him Until He Tries To Pull It Out. If There's Nothing, Or Very Little, The Shock Can Kill A Man.

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To Hell With Luck. I'll Bring The Luck With Me.

Today Is Only One Day In All The Days That Will Ever Be.

Please Tell Me What Can I Do. There Must Be Something I Can Do

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A Writer Should Write What He Has To Say And Not Speak It.

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Every Damn Thing Is Your Own Fault, If You Are Any Good.

I Didn't Want To Kiss You Goodbye — That Was The Trouble — I Wanted To Kiss You Good Night — And There's A Lot Of Difference.

Having Books Published Is Very Destructive To Writing.

I Love Sleep. My Life Has The Tendency To Fall Apart When I'm Awake, You Know?

I Did Not Understand Them But They Did Not Have Any Mystery, And When I Understood Them They Meant Nothing To Me. I Was Sorry About This But There Was Nothing I Could Do About It.

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I Was Young And Not Gloomy And There Were Always Strange And Comic Things That Happened In The Worst Time.

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Everyone Has His Own Conscience, And There Should Be No Rules About How A Conscience Should Function.

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It's All Nonsense. It's Only Nonsense. I'm Not Afraid Of The Rain. I Am Not Afraid Of The Rain. Oh, Oh, God, I Wish I Wasn't.

Perhaps I Should Not Have Been A Fisherman, He Thought. But That Was The Thing That I Was Born For.

When You Start To Live Outside Yourself, It's All Dangerous.

In Order To Be A Great Writer A Person Must Have A Built-in, Shockproof Crap Detector.

But In The Meantime All The Life You Have Or Ever Will Have Is Today, Tonight, Tomorrow, Today, Tonight, Tomorrow, Over And Over Again (i Hope).

I Drank A Bottle Of Wine For Company. It Was Chateau Margaux. It Was Pleasant To Be Drinking Slowly And To Be Tasting The Wine And To Be Drinking Alone. A Bottle Of Wine Was Good Company.

To Have Come On All This New World Of Writing, With Time To Read In A City Like Paris Where There Was A Way Of Living Well And Working, No Matter How Poor You Were, Was Like Having A Great Treasure Given To You.

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Love Is Something That Hangs Up Behind The Bathroom Door And Smells Of Lysol.

Most People Are Heartless About Turtles Because A Turtle's Heart Will Beat For Hours After He Has Been Cut Up And Butchered. But The Old Man Thought, I Have Such A Heart Too And My Feet And Hands Are Like Theirs.

A Beautiful Vacuum Filled With Wealthy Monogamists, All Powerful And Members Of The Best Families All Drinking Themselves To Death.

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I Do Not Need To Get Used To Your Silence. I Already Know It. I Quite Possibly Love All Of It.

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