Character: Teti (Ernest Hemingway)

Some good luck, others not.

You need great luck, and it doesn't always come.

He's always going somewhere, from somewhere come and never stay long.

If there are two people who love each other, happy, cheerful, and one or both of them create something really good, people are drawn to them like migratory birds the night to the bright beacon. People attract others with their happiness and success in the work, usually inexperienced, but quickly learn to resist the will of another and learn to leave aside. But they have not learned to resist a good, attractive, charming, generous, sympathetic rich people, that will win your love, and, filled with, move on, leaving a dead, trodden ground, is worse than the cavalry of Attila.

Lie about everything and it's not a lie. Some we've loved for imagination and hope were waiting for when they surpass themselves. But he lied about what the scars remain. He lied about money and about things that are important in everyday life, and gave you the word.

Our joy - to love - was simple and at the same time mysterious, complicated as a simple mathematical formula that can mean all happiness, and the end of the world.

People always interfere in your life, for your sake, and in the end I realized that I wanted they actually want you fully fit into their standards, not different from them and participated in the revelry, the most stupid and boring, like the salespeople at their Convention.

After work it is necessary to feel clean and not dirty. It is clear. And you can't be ruthless. It is clear. But really

There will always be those who will help you and you help.

- I thought you would help me.
- I would have shot you.

All these years I have not had a more loyal friend than Scott when he was sober.

- I realized one thing.
What?
- That we should only travel with someone you love.

We thought the wine with something as useful and common as food, and, besides, it pleased, creating a sense of well-being and happiness. Drinking wine is not out of snobbery, it was not a sign of some sophistication, it was not the fashion; I never had to dine without wine, cider or beer.

Ruthless clearing three hearts to break one happiness and build another and the love and good work, and all the result - not of this book.