In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.
Ernest HemingwayWhy did they make birds so delicate and fine as those sea swallows when the ocean can be so cruel?
Ernest HemingwaySummer is a discouraging time to work - you don't feel death coming on the way it does in the fall when the boys really put pen to paper.
Ernest Hemingway