In the spring mornings I would work early while my wife still slept. The windows were open wide and the cobbles of the street were drying after the rain.
Ernest HemingwayI was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless.
Ernest HemingwayThe people that I liked and had not met went to the big cafes because they were lost in them and no one noticed them and they could be alone in them and be together.
Ernest Hemingway