This was a big storm and he might as well enjoy it. It was ruining everything, but you might as well enjoy it
Ernest HemingwayI was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless.
Ernest HemingwayNow he would never write the things that he had saved to write until he knew enough to write them well. Well, he would not have to fail at trying to write them either. Maybe you could never write them, and that was why you put them off and delayed the starting. Well he would never know, now.
Ernest HemingwaySomething, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.
Ernest HemingwayYou read what you have written and, as you always stop when you know what is going to happen next, you go on from there. You write until you come to a place where you still have your juice and know what will happen next and you stop and try to live through until the next day when you hit it again.
Ernest Hemingway