You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil. Ernest Hemingway More Quotes by Ernest Hemingway More Quotes From Ernest Hemingway You have it now and that is all your whole life is; now. There is nothing else than now. There is neither yesterday, certainly, nor is there any tomorrow. Ernest Hemingway tomorrow life-is yesterday Paris is so very beautiful that it satisfies something in you that is always hungry in America. Ernest Hemingway paris beautiful america A wine shop was open and I went in for some coffee. It smelled of early morning, of swept dust, spoons in coffee-glasses and the wet circles left by wine glasses. Ernest Hemingway coffee wine morning If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry. Ernest Hemingway strong courage people Never fall in love?" "Always," said the count. "I am always in love. Ernest Hemingway never-fall-in-love falling-in-love said Worry destroys the ability to write. Ill health is bad in the ratio that it produces worry which attacks your subconscious and destroys your reserves. Ernest Hemingway ill-health worry writing No weapon has ever settled a moral problem. It can impose a solution but it cannot guarantee it to be a just one. Ernest Hemingway guarantees war peace You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again. Ernest Hemingway next-day writing trying But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, 'Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.' So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there. Ernest Hemingway paris writing thinking If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact. Ernest Hemingway light book fiction Drinking is a way of ending the day. Ernest Hemingway drinking beer way I write description in longhand because that's hardest for me and you're closer to the paper when you work by hand, but I use the typewriter for dialogue because people speak like a typewriter works. Ernest Hemingway typewriters writing hands I know war as few other men now living know it, and nothing to me is more revolting. I have long advocated its complete abolition, as its very destructiveness on both friend and foe has rendered it useless as a method of settling international disputes. Ernest Hemingway military men war You never kill any one that you want to kill in a war, he said to himself. Ernest Hemingway want said war It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly, and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered a cafe au lait. The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat and a pencil and started to write. Ernest Hemingway notebook coffee writing You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Ernest Hemingway ache crush stills Writing is something that you can never do as well as it can be done. It is a perpetual challenge and it is more difficult than anything else that I have ever done. Ernest Hemingway done challenges writing I belong to this notebook and this pencil. Ernest Hemingway moveable-feast pencils notebook They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason. Ernest Hemingway sweet country death He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it. Ernest Hemingway insomnia sleep lying