Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa.
Ernest HemingwayA girl came in the cafe and sat by herself at a table near the window. She was very pretty with a face fresh as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as a crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek.
Ernest HemingwayWork every day. No matter what has happened the day or night before, get up and bite on the nail.
Ernest Hemingway