Dying was nothing and he had no picture of it nor fear of it in his mind. But living was a field of grain blowing in the wind on the side of a hill. Living was a hawk in the sky. Living was an earthen jar of water in the dust of the threshing with the grain flailed out and the chaff blowing. Living was a horse between your legs and a carbine under one leg and a hill and a valley and a stream with trees along it and the far side of the valley and the hills beyond.

In 1954 when Hemingway was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature it was for "his mastery of the art of narrative most recently demonstrated in The Old Man and the Sea and for the influence that he has exerted on contemporary style. The sentences build on each other as events build to create a sense of the whole.

His wartime experiences formed the basis for his novel A Farewell to Arms. They separated when he met Mary Welsh in London during World War II. He publiErnest Hemingwayd seven novels six short story collections and two non-fiction works.