Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.
Ernest HemingwayShe was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.
Ernest HemingwayWine ... offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than possibly any other purely sensory thing which may be purchased.
Ernest Hemingway