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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

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The Fish Is My

Ernest Hemingway

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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

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You're Not A Moron. You're Only A Case Of Arrested Development.

But In The Night He Woke And Held Her Tight As Though She Were All Of Life And It Was Being Taken From Him. He Held Her Feeling She Was All Of Life There Was And It Was True.

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Ascensions Into Heaven Are Like Falling Leaves Sad And Happy All At The Same Time Going Away Isn't Really Sad Especially When Your Going Enables A New Kind Of Presence To Be Born.

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Clearly I Miss Him, Having Been Brought Up In Religion. But Now A Man Must Be Responsible To Himself.

Cowardice, As Distinguished From Panic, Is Almost Always Simply A Lack Of Ability To Suspend The Functioning Of The Imagination. Learning To Suspend Your Imagination And Live Completely In The Very Second Of The Present With No Before And No After Is The Greatest Gift A Soldier Can Acquire.

There Are Worse Places To Be Than On Your Own.

The Only Way To Combat The Murder That Is War Is To Show The Dirty Combinations That Make It And The Criminals And Swine That Hope For It And The Idiotic Way They Run It When They Get It So That An Honest Man Will Distrust It As He Would Distrust A Racket And Refuse To Be Enslaved Into It.

You Must Be Prepared To Work Always Without Applause.

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Life Is Pain, So Live It Up While You Can.

French Is The Language Of Diplomacy. Spanish Is The Language Of Bureaucracy.

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I Can't Stand It To Think My Life Is Going So Fast And I'm Not Really Living It.

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You're An Expatriate. You've Lost Touch With The Soil. You Get Precious. Fake European Standards Have Ruined You. You Drink Yourself To Death. You Become Obsessed By Sex. You Spend All Your Time Talking, Not Working. You Are An Expatriate, See? You Hang Around Cafts.

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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.

But Did Thee Feel The Earth Move?

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Write Drunk; Edit Sober.

Anyone Who Says He Wants To Be A Writer And Isn't Writing, Doesn't.

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He Rested Sitting On The Un-stepped Mast And Sail And Tried Not To Think But Only To Endure.

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At Night, Never Go To Bed Without Knowing What You'll Write Tomorrow.

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I Kissed Her Hard And Held Her Tight And Tried To Open Her Lips; They Were Closed Tight.

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The Cat Has Complete Emotional Honesty - An Attribute Not Often Found In Humans.

He Was Violating The Second Rule Of The Two Rules For Getting On Well With People That Speak Spanish; Give The Men Tobacco And Leave The Women Alone

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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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You Make Your Own Luck, Gig. You Know What Makes A Good Loser? Practice.

When You Give Power To An Executive You Do Not Know Who Will Be Filling That Position When The Time Of Crisis Comes.

Times Of Crisis

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

The Further You Go In Writing The More Alone You Are.

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Develop A Built-in Bullshit Detector.

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You Can Write Any Time People Will Leave You Alone And Not Interrupt You. Or Rather You Can If You Will Be Ruthless Enough About It. But The Best Writing Is Certainly When You Are In Love. If It Is All The Same To You I Would Rather Not Expound On That.

A Wine Shop Was Open And I Went In For Some Coffee. It Smelled Of Early Morning, Of Swept Dust, Spoons In Coffee-glasses And The Wet Circles Left By Wine Glasses.

For We Have Thought The Longer Thoughts And Gone The Shorter Way. And We Have Danced To Devils' Tunes, Shivering Home To Pray; To Serve One Master In The Night, Another In The Day.

Hunger Is Good Discipline.

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Cowards Die A Thousand Deaths, But The Brave Only Die Once.

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Now Catherine Would Die. That Was What You Did. You Died. You Did Not Know What It Was About. You Never Had Time To Learn. They Threw You In And Told You The Rules And The First Time They Caught You Off Base They Killed You. Or They Killed You Gratuitously Like Aymo. Or Gave You The Syphilis Like Rinaldi. But They Killed You In The End. You Could Count On That. Stay Around And They Would Kill You.

Farewell To Arms

Everybody Has Something Wrong With Them.

You Won't Do Our Things With Another Girl, Or Say The Same Things, Will You?

Farewell To Arms

I’m Not Brave Any More Darling. I’m All Broken. They’ve Broken Me.

Farewell To Arms

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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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How Would That Premise Stand Up If He Examined It? That Was Probably Why The Communists Were Always Cracking Down On Bohemiansism. When You Were Drunk Or When You Committed Adultery You Recognised Your Own Personal Fallability Of That So Mutable Substitute For The Apostles' Creed, The Party Line. Down With Bohemianism, The Sin Of Majakowski.

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[never Give Up Hope. Never Give In To Pessimism. Never Despair.] No Horse Named Morbid Ever Won A Race!

Everything That's Innocent To Us Is Crazy To Them.

She Was Looking Into My Eyes With That Way She Had Of Looking That Made You Wonder Whether She Really Saw Out Of Her Own Eyes. They Would Look On And On After Every One Else's Eyes In The World Would Have Stopped Looking. She Looked As Though There Were Nothing On Earth She Would Not Look At Like That, And Really She Was Afraid Of So Many Things.

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The Only Thing That Could Spoil A Day Was People. People Were Always The Limiters Of Happiness Except For The Very Few That Were As Good As Spring Itself.

You Ought To Dream. All Our Biggest Businessmen Have Been Dreamers.

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Hail Nothing Full Of Nothing, Nothing Is With Thee.

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I Don't Want To Be Your Friend, Baby. I Am Your Friend.

You Can't Get Away From Yourself By Moving From One Place To Another.

Lost Generation

Writing And Travel Broaden Your Ass If Not Your Mind And I Like To Write Standing Up.

(world War I) Was The Most Colossal, Murderous, Mismanaged Butchery That Has Ever Taken Place On Earth. Any Writer Who Said Otherwise Lied, So The Writers Either Wrote Propaganda, Shut Up, Or Fought.

My Father Was A Deeply Sentimental Man. And Like All Sentimental Men, He Was Also Very Cruel.

If Every One Said Orders Were Impossible To Carry Out When They Were Received Where Would You Be? Where Would We All Be If You Just Said, "impossible," When Orders Came?

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

I Am Thee And Thou Art Me And All Of One Is The Other.

The Worst Death For Anyone Is To Lose The Center Of His Being, The Thing He Really Is. Retirement Is The Filthiest Word In The Language. Whether By Choice Or By Fate, To Retire From What You Do - And Makes You What You Are - Is To Back Up Into The Grave.

To Stay In Places And To Leave, To Trust, To Distrust, To No Longer Believe And Believe Again, . . . To Watch The Snow Come, To Watch It Go, To Hear Rain On A Tent, To Know Where I Can Find What I Want.

[robert] Capa: He Was A Good Friend And A Great And Very Brave Photographer. It Is Bad Luck For Everybody That The Percentages Caught Up With Him. It Is Especially Bad For Capa. (on Capa's Death In Vietnam, May, 27, 1954)

Find What Gave You Emotion; What The Action Was That Gave You Excitement. Then Write It Down Making It Clear So That The Reader Can See It Too. Prose Is Architecture, Not Interior Decoration, And The Baroque Is Over.

The First And Final Thing You Have To Do In This World Is To Last It And Not Be Smashed By It.

A Man's Got To Take A Lot Of Punishment To Write A Really Funny Book.

I Wanted To Try This New Drink: That's All We Do, Isn't It - Look At Things And Try New Drinks?

It's None Of Their Business That You Have To Learn How To Write. Let Them Think You Were Born That Way.

In Order To Write About Life First You Must Live It.

The House Was Built On The Highest Part Of The Narrow Tongue Of Land Between The Harbor And The Open Sea. It Had Lasted Through Three Hurricanes And It Was Built Solid As A Ship.

Drinking Wine Was Not A Snobbism Nor A Sign Of Sophistication Nor A Cult; It Was As Natural As Eating And To Me As Necessary.

Drinking Is A Way Of Ending The Day.

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No Pilar," Agustin Said. "you Are Not Smart. You Are Brave. You Are Loyal. You Have Decision. You Have Intuition. Much Decision And Much Heart. But You Are Not Smart.

As A Writer, You Should Not Judge, You Should Understand.

Everything Is Your Fault If You're Any Damn Good.

There Is No Rule On How To Write.

However You Make Your Living Is Where Your Talent Lies.

By Then I Knew That Everything Good And Bad Left An Emptiness When It Stopped. But If It Was Bad, The Emptiness Filled Up By Itself. If It Was Good You Could Only Fill It By Finding Something Better.

To Be A Successful Father... There's One Absolute Rule: When You Have A Kid, Don't Look At It For The First Two Years.

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Let’s Not Talk About How I Am. It’s A Subject I Know Too Much About To Want To Think About Anymore.

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All Cowardice Comes From Not Truly Loving, Or At Least, Not Loving Well.

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