This was the price you paid for sleeping together. This was the end of the trap. This was what people got for loving each other. - Ernest Hemingway

And this was the price you paid for sleeping together.

Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and patched and blown up again and if you have not had it it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it many times.

One battle doesn't make a campaign but critics treat one book, good or bad, like a whole goddamn war.

The thing is to become a master and in your old age to acquire the courage to do what children did when they knew nothing.