#hemingway

Did I know him? Did I love him? You ask me that? I knew him like you know nobody in the world, and I loved him like you love God. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#the-light-of-the-world #winner-take-nothing #love

Gertrude Stein really thought of Hemingway as frail. He almost married Stein. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#frail #gertrude #gertrude stein #hemingway #married

I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#f-scott-fitzgerald #letter #on-writing #storytelling #storytelling

Before I was reading science fiction, I read Hemingway. Farewell to Arms was my first adult novel that said not everything ends well. It was one of those times where reading has meant a great deal to me, in terms of my development - an insight came from that book. ↗

— Robert Reed

#arms #before #book #came #deal

I would really hate it if I could call up Kafka or Hemingway or Salinger and any question I could throw at them they would have an answer. That's the magic when you read or hear something wonderful - there's no one that has all the answers. ↗

— Regina Spektor

#answers #any #call #could #hate

If I walked down by different streets to the Jardin du Luxembourg in the afternoon I could walk through the gardens and then go to the Musee du Luxembourg where the great paintings were that have now mostly been transferred to the Louvre and the Jeu de Paume. I went there nearly every day for the Cezannes and to see the Manets and the Monets and the other Impressionists that I had first come to know about in the Art Institute at Chicago. I was learning something from the painting of Cezanne that made writing simple true sentences far from enough to make the stories have the dimensions that I was trying to put in them. I was learning very much from him but I was not articulate enough to explain it to anyone. Besides, it was a secret. But if the light was gone in the Luxembourg I would walk up through the gardens and stop in at the studio apartment where Gertrude Stein lived at 27 rue de Fleurus. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#ernest-hemingway #france #museums #paris #art

In Dostoevsky there were things unbelievable and not to be believed, but some so true they changed you as you read them; frailty and madness, wickedness and saintliness, and the insanity of gambling were there to know as you knew the landscape and the roads in turgenev ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#hemingway #reading #change

You want something that belongs only to us, that no one else can touch. A relationship, a marriage is nothing without a promise. Only the promise matters, because once it's broken, nothing is left. I promise you, Jace, that I love you. I love you now, and I will love you forever and ever. Nothing can change that. ↗

— Jay Bell

#victor-hemingway #change

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. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#dying #ernest-hemingway #for-whom-the-bell-tolls #life #living

You have to digest life. You have to chew it up and love it all through. ↗

— Paula McLain

#life #writing #life