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Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
Do not trust the horse, Trojans! Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks, even though they bring gifts.
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do read more
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
If you're a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and read more
If you're a singer you lose your voice. A baseball player loses his arm. A writer gets more knowledge, and if he's good, the older he gets, the better he writes.
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.
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to read more
Oh you who are born of the blood of the gods, Trojan son of Anchises, easy is the descent to hell; the door of dark Dis stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps and come out to the air above, that is work, that is labor!
Avarice, envy, pride. Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all on Fire.
Avarice, envy, pride. Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all on Fire.
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.
I always tell people that I became a writer not because I went to school but because my mother took read more
I always tell people that I became a writer not because I went to school but because my mother took me to the library. I wanted to become a writer so I could see my name in the card catalog.
We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.
We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.
