He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.
Ernest HemingwayI kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.
Ernest HemingwaySince I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do.
Ernest HemingwayOnce writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure only death can stop it.
Ernest Hemingway