Earnest Hemingway

His hope and his confidence had never gone. But now they were freshening as when the breeze rises.

— Earnest Hemingway

Now is no time to think of baseball, he thought. Now is the time to think of only one thing. That which I was born for.

— Earnest Hemingway

He did not like to look at the fish anymore since he had been mutilated. When the fish had been hit it was as though he himself were hit.

— Earnest Hemingway