Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together." Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me. Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?
Ernest Hemingwaywhere a man feels at home, outside of where heโs born, is where heโs meant to go.
Ernest HemingwayI felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life.
Ernest Hemingway