He liked the works of his friends, which is beautiful as loyalty but can be disastrous as judgement.
Ernest HemingwayThe world was not wheeling anymore. It was just very clear and bright and inclined to blur at the edges.
Ernest HemingwayBut in the night he woke and held her tight as though she were all of life and it was being taken from him. He held her feeling she was all of life there was and it was true.
Ernest Hemingway