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| c072567 | If you are a millionaire beset by blackmailers or anyone else to whose comfort the best legal advice is essential, and have decided to put your affairs in the hands of the ablest and discreetest firm in London, you proceed through a dark and grimy entry and up a dark and grimy flight of stairs; and, having felt your way along a dark and grimy passage, you come at length to a dark and grimy door. There is plenty of dirt in other parts of Rid.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 53d8cbd | As an energetic Socialist, I do my best to see the good that is in him, but it's hard. Comrade Bristow's the most striking argument against the equality of man I've ever come across. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| bd7eae1 | One uses the verb 'descend' advisedly, for what is required is some word suggesting instantaneous activity. About Baxter's progress from the second floor to the first there was nothing halting or hesitating. He, so to speak, did it now. Planting | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 0bfd1d0 | Normally he was fond of most things. He was a good-natured and cheerful young man, who liked life and the great majority of those who lived it contemporaneously with himself. He had no enemies and many friends. But today he had noticed from the moment he had got out of bed that something was amiss with the world. Either he was in the grip of some divine discontent due to the highly developed condition of his soul, or else he had a grouch. O.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| a7cd708 | We part, then, for the nonce, do we?' 'I fear so, sir.' 'You take the high road, and self taking the low road, as it were?' 'Yes, sir.' 'I shall miss you, Jeeves.' 'Thank you, sir.' 'Who was that chap who was always beefing about gazelles?' 'The poet Moore, sir. He complained that he had never nursed a dear gazelle, to glad him with its soft black eye, but when it came to know him well, it was sure to die.' 'It's the same with me. I am a ga.. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| a132a39 | No wonder Freddie experienced the sort of abysmal soul-sadness which afflicts one of Tolstoi's Russian peasants when, after putting in a heavy day's work strangling his father, beating his wife, and dropping the baby into the city reservoir, he turns to the cupboard, only to find the vodka bottle empty. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| e8c8cbc | This woman always made Freddie feel as if he were being disemboweled by some clumsy amateur. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 81035b7 | Tell me," said Ashe gratefully, leaning forward in an attitude of attention, "all about the lining of your stomach." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| cf06de7 | I mean to say, millions of people, no doubt, are so constituted that they scream with joy and excitement at the spectacle of a stuffed porcupine-fish or a glass jar of seeds from Western Australia - but not Bertram. No; if you will take the word of one who would not deceive you, not Bertram. By the time we had tottered out of the Gold Coast village and were working towards the Palace of Machinery, everything pointed to my shortly executing .. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 795926c | Do you mind not intoning the responses, Jeeves?" I said. "This is a most complicated story for a man with a headache to have to tell, and if you interrupt you'll make me lose the thread. As a favour to me, therefore, don't do it. Just nod every now and then to show that you're following me." I closed my eyes and marshalled the facts. "To start with then, Jeeves, you may or may not know that Mr Sipperley is practically dependent on his Aunt .. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| b5dd22a | I read it twice, then I said, "Well, why don't you?" "Why don't I what?" "Why don't you wish her many happy returns? It doesn't seem much to ask." "But she says on her birthday." "Well, when is her birthday?" "Can't you understand?" said Bobbie. "I've forgotten." "Forgotten!" I said. "Yes," said Bobbie. "Forgotten." "How do you mean, forgotten?" I said. "Forgotten whether it's the twentieth or the twenty-first, or what? How near do you get .. | forgetfulness humour | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| eab6df0 | Change of scene is the thing. I head of a man. Girl refused him. Man went abroad. Two months later girl wired him "Come back, Muriel." Man started to write out a reply; suddenly found that he couldn't remember girl's surname; so never answered at all, and lived happily ever after." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 68abc32 | Good works?" "About the village, sir. Reading to the bedridden - chatting with the sick - that sort of thing, sir. We can but trust that good results will ensue." "Yes, I suppose so," I said doubtfully. "But, by gosh, if I were a sick man I'd hate to have a looney like young Bingo coming and gibbering at my bedside." | P G Wodehouse | ||
| dae42c3 | There's no doubt about it, being a policeman warps a man's mind and ruins that sunny faith in his fellow human beings which is the foundation of a lovable character. There seems to be no way of avoiding this. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 0878e98 | He was rigidly truthful, where the issue concerned only himself. Where it was a case of saving a friend, he was prepared to act in a manner reminiscent of an American expert witness. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| c87f038 | Mother always used to say, 'If you want to succeed in life, please the women. They are the real bosses. The men don't count. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| af719a3 | However devoutly a girl may worship the man of her choice, there always comes a time when she feels an irresistible urge to haul off and let him have it in the neck. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| d315902 | A dog without influence or private means, if he is to make his way in the world, must have either good looks or amiability. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 4970442 | Lord Chesterfield said that since he had had the full use of his reason nobody had heard him laugh. I don't suppose you have read Lord Chesterfield's 'Letters To His Son'? ...Well, of course I hadn't. Bertram Wooster does not read other people's letters. If I were employed in the post office I wouldn't even read the postcards. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 2d9d8d3 | You can't tell me if there are any special subjects to avoid when talking to him, can you?' 'Special subjects?' 'Well, you know how it is with a stranger. You say it's a fine day, and he goes all white and tense, because you've reminded him that it was on a fine day that his wife eloped with the chauffeur. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 6ded9e3 | Have you ever seen a man, woman, or child who wasn't eating an egg or just going to eat an egg or just coming away from eating an egg? I tell you, the good old egg is the foundation of daily life. Stop the first man you meet in the street and ask him which he'd sooner lose, his egg or his wife, and see what he says! | egg eggs wife | P.G. Wodehouse | |
| de57c32 | All nice girls sketch a little. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 53fab78 | I thought about things, the pros and cons. But in the end I would be so confused, because I never believed there was ever any one right answer, yet there were many wrong ones. | Amy Tan | ||
| 629b0a4 | I imagine a hundred Chinese Icaruses, molding wings out of earwax. You can't stop people from wishing. | Amy Tan | ||
| 920f87b | My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes. | Amy Tan | ||
| 27bf404 | I was the daughter of my father's wife. I spoke in a trembly voice. I became pale, ill, and more thin. I let myself become a wounded animal. I let the hunter come to me and turn me into a tiger ghost. I willingly gave up my , the spirit that caused me so much pain. Now I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit. | Amy Tan | ||
| 1e3317a | I, not anyone else can travel that road for you. You must travel if by yourself. It is not far. It is within reach. Perhaps you have been on it since you were born, and did not know. Perhaps it is everywhere--on water and land. | Amy Tan | ||
| 3cb5bfb | Fate changes when you change your clothes. | Amy Tan | ||
| f9d641b | Do you know what morals are Violet? They're other people's rules. Do you know what a conscience is? Freedom to use your own intelligence to determine what is right or wrong. You possess that freedom and no one can remove it from you | Amy Tan | ||
| ded7b24 | The only thing certain in times of great uncertainty is that people will behave with great strength or weakness, and with very little else in between. | Amy Tan | ||
| 4cc270f | Even though I did not understand her entire story, I understood her grief. | Amy Tan | ||
| bc1e394 | Free time was the most precious time, when you should be doing what you loved, or at least slowing down enough to remember what made your life worthwhile and happy. | happy | Amy Tan | |
| 526df8d | At first, I thought it was because I was raised with all this Chinese humility... Or maybe it was because when you're Chinese you're supposed to accept everything, flow with the Tao and not make waves. But my therapist said, Why do you blamd your culture, your ethnicity? And I remembered reading an article about baby boomers, how we expect the best and when we get it we worry that maybe we shoudl have expected more, because it's all diminis.. | Amy Tan | ||
| 741d381 | I tried to keep very still, but my heart felt like crickets scratching to get out of the cage. | Amy Tan | ||
| bfd3bd1 | It must be strange to keep your strong mind in a body that grows older and weaker and no longer resembles your own image of yourself. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| 230a0fe | I'd forgotten how your blood flows toward a person when they move, so that all at once, you know what the pull of gravity feels like. And you know that this is something strong and important, something that you need for life, this woman moving through the room. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| 4d20ca6 | I heard the phrases and I wanted all of me to call out in a song, a song that doesn't have words, a song that almost doesn't have noise. A lot of people take a short cut and call that feeling of song love. They just call it that because there isn't a way to describe it. But the word love doesn't describe the half of it. It doesn't do anything to bring to mind the song we all want so desperately to sing. | Jane Hamilton | ||
| a8dae29 | We spread our sleeping bags on the snow and crawled inside. The vantage point was dizzying. It was impossible to tell whether the comet was above us or we were above the comet; we were all falling through space, missing the stars by inches. | perspective scale space | Anne Fadiman | |
| bafe648 | She had a voice that made Pearl Harbor seem like a lullaby. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 5571d72 | The flies were teaching an advanced seminar in philosophy as they crawled up the crack of my ass | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 8b80636 | There is darkness on your lantern and pumpkins in your wind. and Oh, they clutter up your mind with their senseless bumping while your heart is like a sea gull frozen into a long distance telephone call. I'd like to take the darkness off your lantern and change the pumpkins into sky fields of ordered comets and disconnect the refrigerator telephone that frightens your heart into standing still. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 3ccbfca | Warm fog swirled in the canyon as we gradually descended. A hundred feet in front of us everything was lost in the fog and a hundred feet behind us everything was lost in the fog. We were walking in a capsule between amnesias. | sand-castles | Richard Brautigan | |
| 09d00fe | The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea. He experienced the basics of love ended. | Richard Brautigan | ||
| 8f02636 | You're not fooling anyone by taking your clothes off when you go to bed. | undressing | Richard Brautigan |