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 HemingwayOh, darling, you will be good to me, wonโt you? Because weโre going to have a strange life.
Ernest HemingwayI was as afraid as the next man in my time and maybe more so. But with the years, fear had come to be regarded as a form of stupidity to be classed with overdrafts, acquiring a venereal disease or eating candies. Fear is a child's vice and while I loved to feel it approach, as one does with any vice, it was not for grown men and the only thing to be afraid of was the presence of true and imminent danger in a form that you should be aware of and not be a fool if you were responsible for others.
Ernest Hemingway