I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother. — Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother. — Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother. — Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother. — Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother. — Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
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I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

— Martha Gellhorn, Selected Letters
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I write one page of masterpiece to ninety-one pages of shit. I try to put the shit in the wastebasket. — Ernest Hemingway
Good writing is true writing. If a man is making a story up it will be true in proportion to the amount of knowledge of — so that when he makes something up it is as it would truly be.
Until you're grown-up they send you to reform school. After you're grown-up they send you to the penitentiary. — Ernest Hemingway, The Nick Adams Stories
Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. " — Naomi Wood, Mrs. Hemingway
To show his nervousness was not shameful — only to admit it.
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He smelled the odor of the pine boughs under him, the piney smell of the crushed needles and the sharper odor of the res — Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls
If you were to ask me what it's about, I guess I'd say that it's about how joy can seem like a distant, unreachable memo — forevercotton
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