[b]Ernest Hemingway
I am trying to make, before I get through, a picture of the whole world–or as much of it as I have seen. Boiling it down always, rather than spreading it out too thin.[/b]
Boiling it all down to dasein. But that’s just me.
I don’t know who made the laws; But I know there ain’t no law that you got to go hungry.
On the other hand, there are laws against stealing.
No, he thought, when everything you do, you do too long, and do too late, you can’t expect to find the people still there. The people all are gone. The party’s over and you are with your hostess now.
I’m getting as bored with dying as with everything else, he thought.
He wrote the book, sure; but then walked the talk.
Hail Mary full of Grace the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death. Amen. Then he added, Blessed Virgin, pray for the death of this fish wonderful though he is.
Just out of curiosity, if you were God, what would you do?
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Never once in my entire life have I felt like this. You know, so far.
There is seven-eights of it under water for every part that shows.
In other words, not just icebergs.