#hemingway

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife. He only dreamed of places now and the lions on the beach. They played like young cats in the dusk and he loved them as he loved the boy. He never dreamed about the boy. He simply woke, looked out the open door at the moon and unrolled his trousers and put them on. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#hemingway #dreams

Hemingway said the only way to write about a place is to leave it. ↗

— David Guterson

#hemingway #leave #only #place #said

Hemingway was a prisoner of his style. No one can talk like the characters in Hemingway except the characters in Hemingway. His style in the wildest sense finally killed him. ↗

— William Burroughs

#except #finally #hemingway #him #his

It's rather splendid to think of all those great men and women who appear to have presented symptoms that allow us to describe them as bipolar. Whether it's Hemingway, Van Gogh... Robert Schumann has been mentioned... Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath... some of them with rather grim ends. ↗

— Stephen Fry

#appear #been #bipolar #describe #ends

Hemingway never grew out of adolescence. His scope and depth stayed shallow because he had no idea what women are for. ↗

— Rex Stout

#because #depth #grew #had #hemingway

Ernest Hemingway did a great deal toward making the writer an acceptable public figure; obviously, he was no sissy. ↗

— Irwin Shaw

#deal #did #ernest #ernest hemingway #figure

I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of it. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#love #love

Anyone who had died young after a happy childhood had won a great victory, since he would be forever spared the discovery of what sort of place the world really is. Others must look forward to death by defeat - their bodies gone, their world destroyed. ↗

— Carlos Baker

#death

I have watched them all day and they are the same men that we are. I believe that I could walk up to the mill and knock on the door and I would be welcome except that they have orders to challenge all travelers and ask to see their papers. It is only orders that come between us. Those men are not fascists. I call them so, but they are not. They are poor men as we are. They should never be fighting against us and I do not like to think of the killing. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#for-whom-the-bell-tolls #soldiers #war #men

Hemingway is terribly limited. His technique is good for short stories, for people who meet once in a bar very late at night, but do not enter into relations. But not for the novel. ↗

— W. H. Auden

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