The only thing that could spoil a day was people. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.
Ernest HemingwayThe bicycle riders drank much wine, and were burned and browned by the sun. They did not take the race seriously except among themselves.
Ernest HemingwayFish," the old man said. "Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too?
Ernest HemingwayI loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.
Ernest Hemingway