"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." --E.H. to a friend, 1950" (title page), Charles Scribner's Sons, NY: 1964
        "I always worked (on any day) until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next." - p.12
        "All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know...there was always one true sentence that I knew or had seen or had heard someone say...I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about...it was good and severe discipline." - p.12
        "I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it." - p.26
        "Sylvia had a lively, sharply sculptured face, brown eyes that were as alive as a small animal's and as gay as a young girl's, and wavy brown hair that was brushed back from her fine forehead and cut thick below her ears and at the line of the collar of the brown velvet jacket she wore. She had pretty legs and she was kind, cheerful and interested, and loved to make jokes and gossip." - p.35 (The most complete physical description of a character I've ever read.)
        The Hemingways loved to gamble on horses. "But we called it racing." - p.61
        "By then (after he stopped "working on the races...") I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped." - p.62
        "It ('My Old Man') was one of two stories I had left when everything I had written was stolen in Hadley's (his wife) suitcase that time at the Gare de Lyon when she was bringing the manuscripts down to me to Lausanne as a surprise..." - p.73         "In those days many people went to the cafes...to be seen publicly and...anticipated the columnists as the daily substitutes for immortality." - p.81

        "Glad we see eye to eye," he said manfully. (Even great writers used adverbs to tell.)
        At one time, the Hemingways lives in a "flat over a sawmill." - p.99 (I can't imagine a dwelling built over a sawmill.)
        "...[F]amilies have many ways of being dangerous..." - p. 108
        "Ezra (Pound) was so sincere in his mistakes and so enamored of his errors..." - p.108
        "T.S. Eliot who, Ezra told me, had to work in a bank in London and so had insufficient time and bad hours to function as a poet." - p.110
        "There is not much future in men being friends with great women although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers." - p.117
        "Finally she (Gertrude Stein) even quarreled with the new friends but none of us followed it any more. She got to look like a Roman emperor ... In the end everyone, or not quite everyone, made friends again in order not to be stuffy or righteous. I did too. But I could never make friends again truly, neither in my heart nor in my head. When you cannot make friends any more in your head is the worst." - p.119
        "It often took me a full morning of work to write a paragraph." - p. 156
        "I missed not working and I felt the death loneliness that comes at the end of every day that is wasted in your life." - pp. 165-66
        " ... [B]ut, in my ignorance of alcoholics then, I could not imagine one whisky harming anyone who was driving in an open car in the rain." - p. 167 (He was riding with Scott Fitzgerald.)
        "I learned to know that smile (Zelda Fitzgerald's) very well. It meant she knew Scott would not be able to write." - p.180
        "Scott did not write anything any more that was good until after he knew that she (Zelda) was insane." - p.186