Judgement comes from experience, and experience comes from bad judgement.

She would roll up her sleeves and dispense with sentimentality, and do whatever blood-soaked, bad-smelling thing had to be done. She would become adept with axes.

Thank
                         You
                         For
                        Loving
                          Me

Between his eyes, there were four lines, the marks of such misery as children should never feel. He spoke with that wonderful whisky voice that so many Spanish children have, and he was a tough and entire little boy.

Written By Martha Gellhorn

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