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If sex isn't a joke, what is it?
Authors do not supply imaginations.
What are friends for, if not to help bear our sins?
I think being a mother is the cruelest thing in the world.
Everything can't be explained by some general biological phrase.
New York's the lonesomest place in the world if you don't know anybody.
that's what everybody wants, just a little more money, even the people who have it.
I feel like the oldest person in the world with the longest stretch of life before me.
Authors do not supply imaginations, they expect their readers to have their own, and to use it
Children aren't everything. There are other things in the world, though I admit some people don't seem to suspect it.
The trouble with Clare was, not only that she wanted to have her cake and eat it too, but that she wanted to nibble at the cakes of other folk as well.
Have you ever stopped to think how much unhappiness and downright cruelty are laid to the loving kindness of the Lord? And always by His most ardent followers, it seems.
Lies, injustice, and hypocrisy are a part of every ordinary community. Most people achieve a sort of protective immunity, a kind of callousness, toward them. If they didn't, they couldn't endure.
These people yapped loudly of race, of race consciousness, of race pride, and yet suppressed its most delightful manifestations, love of color, joy of rhythmic motion, naive, spontaneous laughter. Harmony, radiance, and simplicity, all the essentials of spiritual beauty in the race they had marked for destructions.
Somewhere, within her, in a deep recess, crouched discontent. She began to lose confidence in the fullness of her life, the glow began to fade from her conception of it. As the days multiplied, her need of something, something vaguely familiar, but which she could not put a name to and hold for definite examination, became almost intolerable. She went through moments of overwhelming anguish. She felt shut in, trapped.