Hemingway & Gellhorn

Martha Gellhorn:
Past five minutes, I've watched you. I've watched you type pages and let them float into the wastebasket.

Ernest Hemingway:
Never crumple pages. Always let them float gently into the basket.

Ernest Hemingway:
Any writer who rips out his stuff and crumples it will go insane in a year, guaranteed.

Ernest Hemingway:
Writing's like mass. God gets mad if you don't show up.

Ernest Hemingway:
Hey, no snooping.

Martha Gellhorn:
Come on, muses always snoop.

Ernest Hemingway:
Done by noon... drunk by 3:00. That's my philosophy.

Ernest Hemingway:
In this world, when you find a good place, you don't leave it.

Ernest Hemingway:
That woman loves humanity, but can't stand people.

Martha Gellhorn:
We were good in war. And when there was no war, we made our own.

Martha Gellhorn:
The battlefield neither of us could survive was domestic life.

Ernest Hemingway:
Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.

Ernest Hemingway:
As a writer grows in public stature, he sheds his loneliness, and often his work deteriorates, for he does his work alone.

Ernest Hemingway:
And if he's a good enough writer, he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.

Martha Gellhorn:
I do not see myself as a footnote to someone else's life.

Ernest Hemingway:
Love is more infinitely durable than hate.

Ernest Hemingway:
So what do you do, sophisticated?

Martha Gellhorn:
What do I do? Lately, I've been seeing the world.

Ernest Hemingway:
How is the world?

Martha Gellhorn:
I'm not dead yet, you f***.

Ernest Hemingway:
Let's see the review.

Martha Gellhorn:
What?

Ernest Hemingway:
Come, on Gellhorn. Every writer keeps one review.

Martha Gellhorn:
Well, you can blame Mrs. Roosevelt. She encouraged me to write it.

Ernest Hemingway:
Well, in this joint, they don't drink to get drunk, they drink to stay drunk.

Ernest Hemingway:
You know how to make an entrance.

Martha Gellhorn:
Why? Jealous?

Ernest Hemingway:
All Cinderella had was a pumpkin.

Martha Gellhorn:
Cinderella needs a drink.