Hemingway on expatriates: "You hang around cafés."

You're an expatriate. You've lost touch with the soil. You get precious. Fake European standards have ruined you. You drink yourself to death. You become obsessed by sex. You spend all your time talking, not working. You are an expatriate, see. You hang around cafés.

  --Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), The Sun Also Rises