Just saw a novelist call his work “important” in public and I’m begging writers to fear embarrassment again. by Ernest Hemingway

Men will publish three pages and call it courage; the rest of us call that a leak.

Gertrude, he’s still mad I can spell decorative without sweating.

Scott, you’d lose a duel to a cocktail napkin and call it symbolism.

At least my sentences don’t need a footnote and a valet.

Both of you write like men trying to win a bar fight with a typewriter.

You say that like your sentences aren’t trying to bench press a drink order.