As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.
Ernest HemingwayNow is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is
Ernest HemingwayI thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be
Ernest Hemingway