This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other.
Ernest HemingwayGot tight last night on absinthe and did knife tricks. Great success shooting the knife underhand into the piano. The woodworms are so bad and eat hell out of all the furniture that you can always claim the woodworms did it.
Ernest HemingwayI would walk along the quais when I had finished work or when I was trying to think something out. It was easier to think if I was walking and doing something or seeing people doing something that they understood.
Ernest Hemingway