Quotes from Ernest Hemlingway Hemlinway

i looked at him and his marked-for-death look and i thought, you con man conning me with your con. i've seen a battalion in the dust on the road, a third of them for death or worse and no special marks on them, the dust for all, and you and your marked-for-death look, you con man, making a living out of your death. now you will con me. con not, that thou be not conned. death was not conning with him. it was coming all right.

the man who had taught me to distrust adjectives as i would later learn to distrust certain people in certain situations;

that's hilaire belloc,' i said to my friend. 'ford was here this afternoon and cut him dead.' 'don't be a silly ass,' my friend said. 'that's aleister crowley, the diabolist. he's supposed to be the wickedest man in the world.' 'sorry,' i said.

tried to break his face down and describe it but i could only get the eyes. under the black hat, when i had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist.