You read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again.
Ernest HemingwayYou belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.
Ernest HemingwayNight life is when everybody says what the hell and you do not remember who paid the bill.
Ernest Hemingway