For some of us a quote becomes a mantra, a goal or a More via texts, memes and sound bytes, short but profound quotes from books have become Memorable and interesting quotes from great books. Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby About BookQuotersīookQuoters is a community of passionate readers who enjoy sharing the most meaningful, ― Ernest Hemingway, quote from The Garden of Eden It was not him, but as he wrote it was and when someone read it, finally, it would be whoever read it and what they found when they should reach the escarpment, if they reached it, and he would make them reach its base by noon of that day then whoever read it would find what there was there and have it always.” It was not him, of course, who had stood there that morning, nor had he even worn the patched corduroy jacket faded almost white now, the armpits rotted through by sweat, that he took off then and handed to his Kamba servant and brother who shared with him the guilt and knowledge of the delay, watching him smell the sour, vinegary smell and shake his head in disgust and then grin as he swung the jacket over his black shoulder holding it by the sleeves as they started off across the dry-baked gray, the gun muzzles in their right hands, the barrels balanced on their shoulders, the heavy stocks pointing back toward the line of porters. Ahead of him there was no one, and behind was the long line of porters who knew that they had reached this point three hours too late.

Across the shimmer of the dry lakes he could see the distant blue of the escarpment. He could feel the weight of the heavy double-barreled rifle carried over his shoulder, his hand on the muzzle, and he tasted the pebble in his mouth. He went on working and he felt as tired as if he had spent the night crossing the broken volcanic desert and the sun had caught him and the others with the dry gray lakes still ahead.

The difficult parts he had dreaded he now faced one after another and as he did the people, the country, the days and the nights, and the weather were all there as he wrote.

“He was completely detached from every thing except the story he was writing and he was living in it as he built it.

The garden of eden by ernest hemingway