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'Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of read more
'Tis an old saying, the Devil lurks behind the cross. All is not gold that glitters. From the tail of the plough, Bamba was made King of Spain; and from his silks and riches was Rodrigo cast to be devoured by the snakes.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner read more
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.
It's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and 'chuck 'im out, the brute,' But it's 'Savior of his Country,' When the read more
It's Tommy this, and Tommy that, and 'chuck 'im out, the brute,' But it's 'Savior of his Country,' When the guns begin to shoot!
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon read more
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
Rice Krispies happens to be one of my favorite junk foods, just as I regard Michener as superior among junk read more
Rice Krispies happens to be one of my favorite junk foods, just as I regard Michener as superior among junk writers.
We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.
We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.
I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if read more
I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then read more
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.