Ernest Hemingway: Citáty anglicky (strana 20)

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“The faces that were young once were old as mine but everyone remembered how we were. The eyes had not changed and nobody was fat. No mouths were bitter no matter what the eyes had seen. Bitter lines around the mouth are the first sign of defeat. Nobody was defeated.”

It is July 1959 and Hemingway is in Marceliano's bar in Pamplona, where he has not been since before the Spanish Civil War. In the following paragraph Hemingway mentions for contrast an unpleasant American journalist in his early twenties whose 'handsome young face already showed the traced lines of bitterness around the upper lips.'
Zdroj: The Dangerous Summer (1985), Ch. 9

“The best sky was in Italy and Spain and northern Michigan in the fall and in the fall in the Gulf off Cuba.”

Ernest Hemingway kniha Green Hills of Africa

Part II, Ch. 2
Green Hills of Africa (1935)

“Yogi Johnson stood looking out of the window of a big pump-factory in Michigan. Spring would soon be here. Could it be that what this writing fellow Hutchinson had said, 'If winter comes, can spring be far behind?' would be true again this year? Yogi Johnson wondered.”

Ernest Hemingway kniha The Torrents of Spring

Part 1, Ch. 1 (the opening lines of the novel)
The line Yogi Johnson quotes is actually from Percy Bysshe Shelley's Ode to the West Wind. This is one of several misattributed quotes in the novel.
The Torrents of Spring (1926)

“You write a book like that that you're fond of over the years, then you see that happen to it, it's like pissing in your father's beer.”

Statement after seeing David O. Selznick's remake of A Farewell to Arms (1957).
Papa Hemingway (1966)

“Being against evil doesn't make you good. Tonight I was against it and then I was evil myself.”

Ernest Hemingway kniha Islands in the Stream

Pt. 1: Bimini, Section 4
Islands in the Stream (1970)

“Easy writing makes hard reading.”

As quoted in Paris Was Our Mistress (1947) by Samuel Putnam, p. 128