The clouds were building up now for the trade wind and he looked ahead and saw a flight of wild ducks etching themselves against the sky over the water, then blurring, then etching again and he knew no man was ever alone on the sea.
Ernest HemingwayRereading places you at the point where it has to go on, knowing it is as good as you can get it up to there. There is always juice somewhere.
Ernest HemingwaySo far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.
Ernest Hemingway