Ernest Hemingway
Terse literary style of Ernest Miller Hemingway, an American writer, ambulance driver of World War I , journalist, and expatriate in Paris during the 1920s, marks short stories and novels, such as
The Sun Also Rises
(1926) and
The Old Man and the Sea
(1952), which concern courageous, lonely characters, and he won the Nobel Prize of 1954 for literature.
Economical and understated style of Hemingway strongly influenced 20th-century fiction, whereas his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s. He published seven novels, six short story collections and two nonfiction works. Survivors published posthumously three novels, four collections of short stories, and three nonfiction works. People consider many of these classics.
After high school, Hemingway reported for a few months for the Kansas City Star before leaving for the Italian front to enlist. In 1918, someone seriously wounded him, who returned home. His wartime experiences formed the basis for his novel
A Farewell to Arms
. In 1922, he married Hadley Richardson, the first of his four wives. The couple moved, and he worked as a foreign correspondent and fell under the influence of the modernist writers and artists of the expatriate community of the "lost generation" of 1920s.
After his divorce of 1927 from Hadley Richardson, Hemingway married Pauline Pfeiffer. At the Spanish civil war, he acted as a journalist; afterward, they divorced, and he wrote
For Whom the Bell Tolls
. Hemingway maintained permanent residences in Key West, Florida, and Cuba during the 1930s and 1940s.
Martha Gellhorn served as third wife of Hemingway in 1940. When he met Mary Welsh in London during World War II, they separated; he presently witnessed at the Normandy landings and liberation of Paris.
Shortly after 1952, Hemingway went on safari to Africa, where two plane crashes almost killed him and left him in pain and ill health for much of the rest of his life. Nevertheless, in 1959, he moved from Cuba to Ketchum, Idaho, where he committed suicide in the summer of 1961.
“THE GAMBLER,THE NUN,& THE RADIOEverything is mucho simpler in a hospital, including jokes”
“I always like the bad ones. I know he's a bad one of some sort.”
“we are all bitched from the start”
“I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.”
“That was what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had any time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you.”
“The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.”
“Ein Klassiker ist ein Buch, das die Leute loben, aber nicht lesen.”
“They would hit a man in the water, if they were hungry, even if the man had no smell of fish blood nor of fish slime on him.“Ay,” the old man said. “Galanos. Come on galanos.”
“You know the only thing I've ever lost is curiosity," he said to her."You've never lost anything.You're the most complete man I've ever known”
“You did not have to like it because you understood it. He could beat anything, he thought, because no thing could hurt him if he did not care”
“When she goes, he though. I'll have all I want. Not all I want but all there is”
“No. It's bad for me. Cole Porter wrote the words and the music. This knowledge that you're going mad for me.”
“That was where our fishing began”
“And this was the price you paid for sleeping together.”
“I don't want to be your friend, baby. I am your friend.”
“There isn't any me. I'm you. Don't make up a separate me.”
“There isnt always an explanation for everything.”
“How what she had done could never matter since he knew he could not cure himself of loving her”
“The one experience that he had never had he was not going to spoil now. He probably would. You spoiled everything. But perhaps he wouldn't”
“And that was the end of the beginning of that”
“The madness all over”
“How every one he had slept with had only made him miss her more”
“It was not her fault that when he went to her he was already over”
“For this, that now was coming, he had very little curiosity. For years it had obseessed him; but now it meant nothing in itself. It was strange how easy being tired enough made it.Now he would never write the things he had saved to write, until he knew enough to write them well”
“Please tell me what can I do. There must be something I can do”
“She had been married to a man who had never bored her and these people bored her very much”
“However you make your living is where your talent lies”
“It was never what he had done,but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil”
“That in some way he could work the fat off his soul the way a fighter went into the mountains to work and train in order to burn it out of his body”
“If he lived by a lie he should try to die by it”
“Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself. I could feel it coming just like a tide... I just want to destroy them. But when you start taking pleasure in it you are awfully close to the thing you're fighting.”
“The Purdey was not a Purdey but a straight-stocked long-barreled Scott live-pigeon full choke in both barrels thai I had bought from a lot of shotguns a dealer had brought down fron Udine to the Kechlers' villa in Codroipo.”
“I have a Thompson SubMachine gun and we shoot sharks with it. As soon as they put their heads out we give them a burst.”
“I wondered...if there should be anything wrong with Sen. Joe McCarthy (Republican) of Wisconsin which a .577 solid would not cure.”
“I always shot scorpions with the .22 pistol.”
“Los buenos libros se parecen en que son más ciertos que si hubiesen sucedido de verdad y en que, cuando terminas de leerlos, sientes que todo te sucedió y después, que todo te pertenece: lo bueno y lo malo, el éxtasis, el remordimiento y el dolor, la gente y los lugares y cómo estaba el tiempo.”
“For three years I looked forward very childishly to the war ending at Christmas. But now I look forward till when our son will be a lieutenant commander.”
“The war was a long way away. Maybe there wasn't any war. There was no war here. Then I realized it was over for me. But I did not have the feeling that it was really over. I had the feeling of a boy who thinks of what is happening at a certain hour at the schoolhouse from which he has played truant.”
“He said nothing.”
“Perhaps wars weren't won anymore. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.”
“Now he was proving it again. Each time was a new time and he never thought about the past when he was doing it.”
“I belong to this notebook and this pencil.”
“You know you’re writing well when you’re throwing good stuff into the wastebasket.”
“Then as I was getting up to the Closerie des Lilas with the light on my old friend, the statue of Marshal Ney with his sword out and the shadows of the trees on the bronze, and he alone there and nobody behind him and what a fiasco he'd made of Waterloo, I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be and I stopped at the Lilas to keep the statue company and drank a cold beer before going home to the flat over the sawmill.”
“She's vicious,' Miss Stein said. 'She's truly vicious, so she can never be happy except with new people. She corrupts people.”
“She talked all the time and at first it was about people and places.”
“But sometimes when I was starting a new story and I could not get it going, I would sit in front of the fire and squeeze the peel of the little oranges into the edge of the flame and watch the sputter of blue that they made. I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, 'Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.' So finally I would write one true sentence, and then go on from there.”
“When we came back to Paris it was clear and cold and lovely.”
“Now that the bad weather had come, we could leave Paris for a while for a place where this rain would be snow coming down through the pines and covering the road and the high hillsides and at an altitude where we would hear it creak as we walked home at night. Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright. That was where we could go.”
“I loved her and I loved no one else and we had a lovely magic time while we were alone. I worked well and we made great trips, and I thought we were invulnerable again, and it wasn't until we were out of the mountains in late spring, and back in Paris, that the other thing started again.”