Find the best writers, pay them to write, and avoid typos at all costs. Ernest Hemingway More Quotes by Ernest Hemingway More Quotes From Ernest Hemingway The smallest coffins are the heaviest. Ernest Hemingway smallest coffins And another thing. Don’t ever kid yourself about loving some one. It is just that most people are not lucky enough ever to have it. You never had it before and now you have it. What you have with Maria, whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow. Ernest Hemingway long kids people 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 cat fighting beach Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters. Ernest Hemingway bullfighting life-lesson way It is silly not to hope, besides I believe it is a sin." The Old Man and the Sea Ernest Hemingway silly men believe Got tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife underhand into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all the furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it. Ernest Hemingway knives piano night I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee. Ernest Hemingway lovely beautiful art The bulls are my best friends." I translated to Brett. "You kill your friends?" she asked. "Always," he said in English, and laughed. "So they don't kill me. Ernest Hemingway bulls my-best-friend said The worst death for anyone is to lose the center of his being, the thing he really is. Retirement is the filthiest word in the language. Whether by choice or by fate, to retire from what you do - and makes you what you are - is to back up into the grave. Ernest Hemingway fate choices retirement He remembered poor Julian [actually F. Scott Fitzgerald] and his romantic awe of them and how he had started a story once that began, "The very rich are different from you and me." And how someone had said to Julian, "Yes, they have more money." Ernest Hemingway scott-fitzgerald money different If you stop complaining and asking for what you never will get, you will have a good life. A good life is not measured by any biblical span. Ernest Hemingway good-life biblical complaining There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter. Ernest Hemingway bad-ass hunting men My writing is nothing, my boxing is everything. Ernest Hemingway boxing writing Hunger is good discipline. Ernest Hemingway good-discipline hunger discipline There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed. Ernest Hemingway bad-ass typewriters writing If the book is good, is about something that you know, and is truly written, and reading it over you see that this is so, you can let the boys yip and the noise will have that pleasant sound coyotes make on a very cold night when they are out in the snow and you are in your own cabin that you have built or paid for with your work. Ernest Hemingway reading boys book I never had to choose a subject - my subject rather chose me. Ernest Hemingway subjects literature His (the writer's) standard of fidelity to the truth should be so high that his invention, out of his experience, should produce a truer account than anything factual can be. Ernest Hemingway fidelity invention should Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated. Ernest Hemingway color eye sea [Robert] Capa: He was a good friend and a great and very brave photographer. It is bad luck for everybody that the percentages caught up with him. It is especially bad for Capa. (On Capa's death in Vietnam, May, 27, 1954) Ernest Hemingway good-friend luck brave