A Moveable Feast

by Ernest Hemingway

I always worked until I had something done and I always stopped when I knew what was going to happen next. That way I could be sure of going on the next day.

I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.

I did not know how I would ever write anything as long as a novel. It often took me a full morning of work to write a paragraph.