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| 3a3270d | At a time when she was engaged to Stilton Cheesewright, I remember recording in the archives that she was tall and willowy with a terrific profile and luxuriant platinum blond-hair, the sort of girl who might, as far as looks were concerned, have been the star unit of the harem of one of the better-class sultans. | harem looks woman | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 9c1459d | He's such a dear, Mr. Garnet. A beautiful, pure, bred Persian. He has taken prizes." "He's always taking something - generally food." -- | humor | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| 39aaef6 | It's brain," I said; "pure brain! What do you do to get like that, Jeeves? I believe you must eat a lot of fish, or something. Do you eat a lot of fish, Jeeves?" "No, sir." "Oh, well, then, it's just a gift, I take it; and if you aren't born that way there's no use worrying." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 66e60c5 | I had one of those ideas I do sometimes get, though admittedly a chump of the premier class. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 608aee9 | Squiffy, have you ever felt a sort of strange emptiness in the heart? A sort of aching void of the soul?' 'Oh, rather!' 'What do you do about it?' 'I generally take a couple of cocktails. | alcohol-addiction comedy depression desolation emptiness humor loneliness sorrow | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| b541be0 | Hypatia, like all girls who intend to be good wives, made it a practice to look on any suggestions thrown out by her future lord and master as fatuous and futile. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 54fb38c | But, Ed! Say! Are you going to let him get away with it?" "Am going to let him get away with it!" said Mr. Cootes, annoyed by the foolish question. "Wake me up in the night and ask me!" "But what are you going to do?" "Do!" said Mr. Cootes. "Do! I'll tell you what I'm going to..." He paused, and the stern resolve that shone in his face seemed to flicker. "Say, what the hell I going do?" he went on somewhat weakly." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 3a26105 | What I mean is, if you're absolutely off your rocker, but don't find it convenient to be scooped into the luny-bin, you simply explain that, when you said you were a teapot, it was just your Artistic Temperament, and they apologize and go away. So I stood by to hear just how the A.T. had affected Clarence, the Cat's Friend, ready for anything. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 0602a69 | Well, if he comes when I'm out, tell him to wait. And now, Jeeves, mes gants, mon chapeau, et le whangee de monsieur. I must be popping. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 5577b4a | I'm bound to say that New York's a topping place to be exiled in. Everybody was awfully good to me, and there seemed to be plenty of things going on, and I'm a wealthy bird, so everything was fine. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 1fc93a2 | Jeeves," I said. "A rummy communication has arrived. From Mr. Glossop." "Indeed, sir?" "I will read it to you. Handed in at Upper Bleaching. Message runs as follows: When you come tomorrow, bring my football boots. Also, if humanly possible, Irish water-spaniel. Urgent. Regards. Tuppy. "What do you make of that, Jeeves?" "As I interpret the document, sir, Mr. Glossop wishes you, when you come tomorrow, to bring his football boots. Also, if .. | football humor jeeves jeeves-and-wooster message telegram | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| b42d15a | She was definitely the sort of girl who puts her hands over a husband's eyes, as he is crawling in to breakfast with a morning head, and says: 'Guess who! | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| b6316a3 | Once more he became silent, staring before him with sombre eyes. Following his gaze, I saw that he was looking at an enlarged photograph of my Uncle Tom in some sort of Masonic uniform which stood on the mantlepiece. I've tried to reason with Aunt Dahlia about this photograph for years, placing before her two alternative suggestions: (a) To burn the beastly thing; or (b) if she must preserve it, to shove me in another room when I come to st.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 5c4503b | Remember what the poet Shakespeare said, Jeeves? 'Exit hurriedly, pursued by a bear.' You'll find it in one of his plays. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| bf95e38 | Science, with a thousand triumphs to her credit, has not yet succeeded in discovering the correct reply for a young man to make who finds himself in the appalling position of being apologized to by a pretty girl. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 858f3ce | There is a fog, sir. If you will recollect, we are now in Autumn - season of mists and mellow fruitfulness. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| ff0d66b | Reflect, old man! We have been pals for years. Your mother likes me." "No, she doesn't." "Well, anyway, we were at school together and you owe me a tenner." "Oh, well," he said in a resigned sort of voice." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 670d0af | Mike's statement that he wanted to get up early and have a ride had been received by Psmith, with whom early rising was not a hobby, with honest amazement and a flood of advice and warning on the subject. "One of the Georges," said Psmith, "I forget which, once said that a certain number of hours' sleep a day--I cannot recall for the moment how many--made a man something, which for the time being has slipped my memory. However, there you ar.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| e504c3b | Don't they put aunts in Turkey in sacks and drop them in the Bosphorus?' 'Odalisques, sir, I understand. Not aunts. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 97e3232 | And for all those years, we never talked about the disaster at the recital or my terrible accusations afterward at the piano bench. All that remained unchecked, like a betrayal that was now unbreakable. So I never found a way to ask her why she had hoped something so large that failure was inevitable. And even worse, I never asked her what frightened me the most: Why had she given up hope? | success | Amy Tan | |
| d057d72 | A few times I invited Ba to visit me from the World of Yin. But other yin friends tell me he is stuck somewhere else, a foggy place where people believe their lies are true. | Amy Tan | ||
| 6e98845 | Suffer more now, suffer less later. | Amy Tan | ||
| c752a1a | All night long I worried, not about myself but about Jimmy. I imagined him looking for me, running through the park, looking in the movie theatres. He was a good man, considerate and kind, but he was not strong. He had never been through any kind of bad hardship before. So I worried. | Amy Tan | ||
| 938347f | To keep false hopes is to prolong misery. | Amy Tan | ||
| d7e9dd1 | The life we receive is not always what we choose. | Amy Tan | ||
| a8d286c | But you can't stay in the dark for so long. Something inside of you starts to fade and you become like a starving person, crazy-hungry for light. | Amy Tan | ||
| bc919eb | As proof of her faith, my mother used to carry a samll leatherette Bible when she went to the First Chinese Baptist Church every Sunday. But later, after my mother lost her faith in God, that leatherette Bible would up wedged under a too-short table leg, a way for her to correct the imbalances of life. It's been there for over twenty years. My mother pretends that Bible isn't there. Whenever anyone asks her what it's doing there, she says,.. | Amy Tan | ||
| 02c2a88 | And when I say that is certainly true, that our marriage is over. I know what else she will say: "Then you must save it." And even though I know it's hopeless- there's absolutely nothing left to save-I'm afraid if I tell her that, she'll still persuade me to try." | Amy Tan | ||
| 78a0d9d | There were so many miracles at work: that a blossom might become a peach, that a bee could make honey in its thorax, that rain might someday fall. I thought then about the seasons changing, and in the gray of night I could almost will myself to see the azure sky, the gold of the maple leaves, the crimson of the ripe apples, the hoarfrost on the grass. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| a7aaafb | I looked up then, out the far window, and there, just within sight, the sun was going down across the river. It was dull red, no longer shining over the land, its ray brought home to roost, contained within its sphere. The sky was streaked with lavendar, a pulsing pale blue, purple and smudged pink and orange melding into one another all the way to the horizon. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| 6edc603 | It's an old song that's been played on all the jukeboxes in America. The song has been around so long that it's been recorded on the very dust of America and it has settled on everything and changed chairs and cars and toys and lamps and windows into billions of phonographs to play that song back into the ear of our broken heart. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 97ea7e4 | Alas, Measured Perfectly" Saturday, August 25, 1888. 5:20 P.M. is the name of a photograph of two old women in a front yard, beside a white house. One of the women is sitting in a chair with a dog in her lap. The other woman is looking at some flowers. Perhaps the women are | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 65b6747 | USED TROUT STREAM FOR SALE. MUST BE SEEN TO BE APPRECIATED. | trout trout-stream | Richard Brautigan | |
| 2ac9962 | THE NECESSITY OF APPEARING IN YOUR OWN FACE There are days when that is the last place in the world that you want to be but you have to be there, like a movie, because it -----features you. | humor | Richard Brautigan | |
| 698a07e | We do need to bring to our writing, over and over again, all the abundance we possess. To be able, to be ready, to enter into the minds and hearts of our own people, all of them, to comprehend them (us) and then to make characters and plots in stories that in honesty and with honesty reveal them (ourselves) to us, in whatever situation we live through in our own times: this is the continuing job, and it's no harder now than it ever was, I s.. | writers writing | Eudora Welty | |
| de296bf | No blur of inexactness, no cloud of vagueness, is allowable in good writing; from the first seeing to the last putting down, there must be steady lucidity and uncompromise of purpose. | writing | Eudora Welty | |
| 079f580 | For there is hate as well as love, she supposed, in the coming together and continuing of our lives. | Eudora Welty | ||
| 70a50a7 | Even as we grew up, my mother could not help imposing herself between her children and whatever it was they might take it in mind to reach out for in the world. For she would get it for them, if it was good enough for them--she would have to be very sure--and give it to them, at whatever cost to herself: valiance was in her very fibre. She stood always prepared in herself to challenge the world in our place. She did indeed tend to make the .. | Eudora Welty | ||
| c377ec5 | She would like to tell him some strange beautiful thing, if she could speak at all, something to make him speak. Communication would be telling something that is all new, so as to have more of the new told back. | Eudora Welty | ||
| 0f7f9c3 | Up home we loved a good storm coming, we'd fly outdoors and run up and down to meet it," her mother used to say. "We children would run as fast as we could go along the top of that mountain when the wind was blowing, holding our arms right open. The wilder it blew the better we liked it." | Eudora Welty | ||
| 520d3ba | A sonnet might look dinky, but it was somehow big enough to accommodate love, war, death, and O.J. Simpson. You could fit the whole world in there if you shoved hard enough. | sonnets | Anne Fadiman | |
| e5ffd08 | Every illness is not a set of pathologies but a personal story | Anne fadiman | ||
| c738f0e | You know Anne,' he said quietly, 'when I am with a Hmong or a French or an American person, I am always the one who laughs last at a joke. I am the chameleon animal. You can place me anyplace, and I will survive, but I will not belong. I must tell you that I do not really belong anywhere. | Anne Fadiman | ||
| 139e3f3 | what are called opinions "on the left" and "on the right" in the media represent only a limited spectrum of debate, which reflects the range of needs of private power--but there's essentially nothing beyond those "acceptable" positions. So what the media do, in effect, is to take the set of assumptions which express the basic ideas of the propaganda system, whether about the Cold War or the economic system or the "national interest" and so .. | Noam Chomsky |