Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.
Going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.
It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Under the wine I lost the disgusted feeling and was happy. It seemed they were all such nice people.
There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
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.
Don't you ever get the feeling that all your life is going by and you're not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you've lived nearly half the time you have to live already?
you can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another.
I can't stand it to think my life is going so fast and I'm not really living it.
I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together
'The Sun Also Rises' by Ernest Hemingway is my favorite book. You feel manly reading it.
It is awfully easy to be hard-boiled about everything in the daytime, but at night it is another thing.
You're not a moron. You're only a case of arrested development.
Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together." Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?
I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless.
A bottle of wine was good company.
That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bring her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.
Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.
You ought to dream. All our biggest businessmen have been dreamers.
I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what is was all about.
Everyone behaves badly--given the chance.
Nobody that ever left their own country ever wrote anything worth printing. Not even in the newspapers.
Never fall in love?" "Always," said the count. "I am always in love.
Why does anyone stay in an unhappy relationship? Because people do. They do it all the time. And the truth is, when you're in it, when you're up to your neck in the everyday part of life with another human being, sometimes you don't exactly notice how bad things really are.
From the time I read my first Hemingway work, The Sun Also Rises, as a student at Soldan High School in St. Louis, I was struck with an affliction common to my generation: Hemingway Awe.
["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.
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