Writing. It is like no other light. A very clear and hollow light. — Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Bernard Berenson, Selected Letters: 1917-1961 (Scribner, 2003)
My father was a deeply sentimental man. And like all sentimental men, he was also very cruel. — Ernest Hemingway
Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with that there is. ― Ernest Hemingway, The Old Man and the Sea. (Scribner; Classic edition June 10, 1996) Originally published 1952.
So this was how you died; in whispers that you did not hear. — Ernest Hemingway, from “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” The Complete Short Stories. (Scribner; Finca Vig Ia Ed edition August 3, 1998) Originally published 1946.
For we have thought the longer thoughts And gone the shorter way. And we have danced to devils’ tunes, Shivering home to pray; To serve one master in the night, Another in the day. — Ernest Hemingway, “Chapter Heading,” 88 Poems (Harcourt Brace 1979)
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use it-don’t cheat with it. — Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, 28 May 1934.
All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know. ― Ernest Hemingway