#hemingway

Hemingway was a jerk. ↗

— Harold Robbins

#jerk

All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal. I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like some rhino hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave, it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds. Until it returns, as it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again. Think about it. ↗

— Woody Allen

#ernest-hemingway #midnight-in-paris #courage

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

#enter #good #hemingway #his #into

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

I was writing novels in high school and apprenticed myself in a way both to Faulkner and to Hemingway. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#faulkner #hemingway #high #high school #i

One gets the impression that this is how Ernest Hemingway would have written had he gone to Vassar. ↗

— Jack Paar

#ernest hemingway #gets #gone #had #hemingway

The Glass Key is better than anything Hemingway ever wrote. ↗

— Rex Stout

#better #ever #glass #hemingway #key

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

The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.” “Elton John?” “Close. Ernest Hemingway. In his own way, sort of the rock star of his time. ↗

— Kami Garcia

#beauty

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

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