Ernest Hemingway ( 5 of 45 )
Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-o to a tree
Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-o to a tree
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over
Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over
I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.
I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.
Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell read more
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.
All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs.Not my fault.
All right. Have it your own way. Road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs.Not my fault.
