a moveable feast

That was called transplanting yourself

“I had already seen the end of fall come through boyhood, youth and young manhood, and in one place you could write about it better than in another. That was called transplanting yourself, I thought, and it could be as necessary with people as with other sorts of growing things.”

—Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

Like a fool

” ‘My,’ she said. ‘We’re lucky that you found the place.’

‘We’re always lucky,’ I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.”

—Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast