Ernest Hemingway

“Fish,” he said, “I love you and respect you very much. But I will kill you dead before this day ends.”

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife.

He no longer dreamed of storms, nor of women, nor of great occurrences, nor of great fish, nor fights, nor contests of strength, nor of his wife.

But I would rather be exact. Then when luck comes you are ready.

Everything about him was old except his eyes and they were the same color as the sea and were cheerful and undefeated.

lived along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf roar and saw the native boats come riding through it.

He lived along that coast now every night and in his dreams he heard the surf roar and saw the native boats come riding through it.

Tomorrow is going to be a good day

the boy said to him as they climbed the bank from where the skiff was hauled up.

butchered their marlin out