Some say that in writing you can never possess anything until you have given it away or, if you are in a hurry, you may have to throw it away.
I have all the poems stashed away’... ‘You were very thoughtful about them, Hem. It is not that things should be published. But I believe now that it is important that they exist. We’ve both existed quite a lot haven’t we Hem?
Brett was in bed. She had just been brushing her hair and held the brush in her hand. The room was in that disorder produced only by those who have always had servants.
I’m going back to Mike.” I could feel her crying as I held her close. “He’s so damned nice and he’s so awful. He’s my sort of thing.
I write about my now. It is the horses. You have a very interesting now. And you’ve made me presents of many places and people.
But there are remises or storage places where you may leave or store certain things such as a locker trunk or duffel bag containing personal effects or the unpublished poems of Evan Shipman or marked maps or even weapons there was no time to turn over to the proper authorities and this book contains material from the remises of my memory and of my heart. Even if the one has been tampered with and the other does not exist.
Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.
Look, if you can’t write why don’t you learn to write criticism?
He’s written about all the things he knows, and now he’s on all the things he doesn’t know.
You know I do know how he feels. He can’t believe it didn’t mean anything.
Cruise around by yourself and see what happens to you.
He was the archivist, and all the archives of the town were in his office. That has nothing to do with the story. Anyway.
You will not be nineteen always.
I gave Brett what for, you know. I said if she would go about with Jews and bull-fighters and such people, she must expect trouble.
So if your life trades its seventy years for seventy hours I have that value now and I am lucky enough to know it. And if there is not any such thing as a long time, nor the rest of your lives, nor from now on, but there is only now, why then now is the.
How did you go bankrupt?” Bill asked. “Two ways,” Mike said. “Gradually and then suddenly.
There was a great deal of material that Hemingway wrote for A Moveable Feast that he decided to leave out, acting “by the old rule that how good a book is should be judged by the man who writes it by the excellence of the material that he eliminates.
For Whom the Bell Tolls was an immediate success. Hemingway wrote to his first wife, Hadley, that it was “selling like frozen daiquiris in hell.”24 It has had tremendous impact and has been.
We never argued about these things because I kept my mouth shut about things I did not like.
Up up up and into nowhere.