As a reader, she adds, her earliest influence came from translations of Hemingway and Chekhov.
To paraphrase Hemingway, climate change first comes gradually and then all at once.
For full access to a genuine voice, Hemingway argues that a writer must depopulate his or her world, physically or metaphysically.
But even if she is not on the catwalk, expect to see her art everywhere—signed Langley Fox, not Hemingway.
Hemingway never gave his wings a place to rest, and neither—reading him—can we.
To please her he duteously obeyed Hemingway's fastidious instructions as to habiliments.
It made Jack and Mrs. Hemingway speculative, and it worried Ned.
Hemingway refused, alleging it to be his duty to ring the bell.
"I'll find out to-night," Mrs. Hemingway said to her husband.
Mrs. Hemingway was astonished, a little chagrined, but not hopeless.