[b]Ernest Hemingway
The great thing is to last and get your work done and see and hear and learn and understand; and write when there is something that you know; and not before, and not too damned much after.[/b]
Let’s explore this mathematically.
It’s funny, I said. It’s very funny. And it’s a lot of fun, too, to be in love.
Do you think so? her eyes looked flat again.
I don’t mean fun that way. In a way it’s an enjoyable feeling.
No, she said. I think it’s hell on earth.
Clearly, love is hard to pin down.
World War I was the most colossal, murderous, mismanaged butchery that has ever taken place on earth. Any writer who said otherwise lied, So the writers either wrote propaganda, shut up, or fought.
Not unlike all the other wars.
The questioners had that beautiful detachment and devotion to stern justice of men dealing in death without being in any danger of it.
We’ve got a few of them here, don’t we?
Strong in all the Broken Places
I’ll tell you mine if you’ll tell me yours.
There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity. Certain numbers were the same way and certain dates and these with the names of the places were all you could say and have them mean anything. Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates.
Of course, you all know my own obscene words…