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It is now only in letters I write what I feel: not in literature any more, and I seldom say it, because I keep trying to be amusing.
I have carpal tunnel so I can't write more than four hours total without tingling numbness. I take a lot of breaks and do stretches.
To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.
I am not belittling the brave pioneer men but the sunbonnet as well as the sombrero has helped to settle this glorious land of ours.
it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.
Men of strong affections are jealous of their own genius. They fear lest they should be loved for a quality, and not for themselves.
It is destiny phrase of the weak human heart! 'It is destiny' dark apology for every error! The strong and virtuous admit no destiny
I became, and remain, my characters' close and intent watcher: their director, never. Their creator I cannot feel that I was, or am.
But we must create in each person a sense of responsibility in order that each one of us can have the right to enjoy all his rights.
It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them — the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.
For men are made for happiness, and any one who is completely happy has a right to say to himself, 'I am doing God's will on earth.'
He was healthier than the rest of us, but when you listened with the stethoscope you could hear the tears bubbling inside his heart.
Once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.
Better a wrong will than a wavering; better a steadfast enemy than an uncertain friend; better a false belief than no belief at all.
I don't feel sure about doing good in any way now; everything seems like going on a mission to a people whose language I don't know.
... in no part of the world is genteel visiting founded on esteem, in the absence of suitable furniture and complete dinner-service.
Each generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.
The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil, and it followed that any past or future agreement with him was impossible.
My biggest dream was to ruin the lives of my readers and crush their souls... And I really think that worked out pretty well for me.
Robert was never the same after he put on that crown. Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them up and they go to rust.
When the red star bleeds and the darkness gathers, Azor Ahai shall be born again amidst smoke and salt to wake dragons out of stone.
No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.
Have a care how you speak to me, Imp. Doubtless he meant to sound threatening, but that absurd wisp of a mustache ruined the effect.
Did I say the book of nature is a catechism? Yes, But, after it answers the first question with "God," nothing but questions follow.
It was growing late, and though one might stand on the brink of a deep chasm of disaster, one was still obliged to dress for dinner.
quoting reminds me there are other people in the world besides only me. And other thoughts besides mine, and other ways of thinking.
A man notices a womans figure when she walks in a room. Women have eight million words for blue; a man says dark blue or light blue.
It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.
I learned by reading an awful lot and by writing a half a million words of stuff nobody would do anything with except wrap old fish.
You cannot spill a drop of American blood without spilling the blood of the whole world.... We are not a nation, so much as a world.
Dream tonight of peacock tails, Diamond fields and spouter whales. Ills are many, blessing few, But dreams tonight will shelter you.
Nature has not implanted any power in man that was not meant to be exercised at times, though too often our powers have been abused.
I baptize you not in the name of the father, but in the name of the devil. (Ego baptizo te in nomine patris, sed in nomine diaboli.)
I could...see in Emerson...that had he lived in those days when the world was made, he might have offered some valuable suggestions.
Strange as it may seem, there is nothing in which a young and beautiful female appears to more advantage than in the art of smoking.
I was the basest of readers. All I wanted was my own world, and myself in it, given back to me in artful shapes and accessible form.
Life was too short and ended too suddenly. If you didn't take advantage of what you had today, tomorrow it might be ripped from you.
There was something very comforting about him, and I was not sure if it was his easy manner or his complete immunity to my scowling.
If my luck held, it wouldn't be a handsome Greek demigod looking for the love of his life or at least his love of a couple of hours.
I wouldn't be able to do anything with my vampire horde except make it run around in a herd, but it would be a very impressive herd.
Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as I struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life
Writing is such a good thing to do because you can't really get bored with it. If you're bored with writing, you're bored with life.
It is a trick among the dishonest to offer sacrifices that are not needed, or not possible, to avoid making those that are required.
Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it.
You should write a book," Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, "translating mad things girls do so boys can understand them.
In magic, man has to rely on himself. So, in religion, of course, you're looking for outside support but that's the appeal of magic.
And they'd [the Death Eaters] love to have me," said Harry sarcastically. "We'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in.
And Death spoke to them —’” “Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?” “It’s a fairy tale, Harry!” “Right, sorry. Go on.
The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms?
You’re not supposed to dislike your own child. You were supposed to like them no matter what, even if they were not what you wanted.