Hemingway is terribly limited. His technique is good for short stories, for people who meet once in a bar very late at night, but do not enter into relations. But not for the novel.

What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

I and the public know What all schoolchildren learn, Those to whom evil is done Do evil in return.

Learn from your dreams what you lack.

See without looking, hear without listening, breathe without asking.

Death is the sound of distant thunder at a picnic.