hemingway

"What do you think happens to a man going on 62 when he realizes that he can never write the books and stories he promised himself? Or do any of the other things he promised himself in the good days?"
"What does a man care about? staying healther. Working good. Eating and drinking with his friends. Enjoying himself in bed. I haven't any of them. You understand, goddamn it? None of them"

Then he turned on me. I was just like the others, pumping him for information and selling him out to the feds. After that day, I never saw him again.