“'Tell me some true things about fighting.'
'Tell me you love me.'
'I love you,' the girl said. 'You can publish it in the Gazzettino if you like. I love your hard, flat body and your strange eyes that frighten me when they become wicked. I love your hand and all your other wounded places.'”
More from Ernest Hemingway
“If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.”
“You do things to my head. You do. I suppose that is quite clear.”
“I do not need to get used to your silence. I already know it. I quite possibly love all of…”
“'My heart's broken', he thought. 'If I feel this way my heart must be broken.'”