Rereading 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 HemingwayA girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.
Ernest HemingwayRush, that most exciting perversion of life, the necessity of accomplishing something in less time than should be truly allowed for its doing.
Ernest HemingwayPeople who write fiction, if they had not taken it up, might have become very successful liars.
Ernest Hemingway