"There is only now and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion."

"There is only now and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion."

Hemingway - "The Garden of Eden" “You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it." His sensual descriptions of food are amazing...

Hemingway - "The Garden of Eden" “You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it." His sensual descriptions of food are amazing...

Nobel Prize-winning author Ernest Hemingway was one of the more famous lovers of polydactyl cats, after being first given a six-toed cat by a ship's captain. Upon Hemingway's death in 1961, his former home in Key West, Florida, became a museum and a home for his cats, and it currently houses approximately fifty descendants of his cats (about half of which are polydactyl).

Nobel Prize-winning author Ernest Hemingway was one of the more famous lovers of polydactyl cats, after being first given a six-toed cat by a ship's captain. Upon Hemingway's death in 1961, his former home in Key West, Florida, became a museum and a home for his cats, and it currently houses approximately fifty descendants of his cats (about half of which are polydactyl).

Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough....Ernest always had death as the ending...I guess that is really fitting when you think about it.

Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough....Ernest always had death as the ending...I guess that is really fitting when you think about it.

"Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it." ~ Hemingway

"Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it." ~ Hemingway

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees.    -- For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. -- For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway

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