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The fact that writers will go through so much to remain writers says something, perhaps everything. It would be far read more
The fact that writers will go through so much to remain writers says something, perhaps everything. It would be far easier (and nearly always more profitable) to become a real estate agent.
If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You read more
If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view . . . until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
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.
Thank you for sending me a copy of your book - I'll waste no time reading it.
Thank you for sending me a copy of your book - I'll waste no time reading it.
This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a read more
This life's dim windows of the soul. Distorts the heavens from pole to pole. And leads you to believe a lie when you see with, not through, the eye.
I wanted to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since you are going to be read more
I wanted to convince you that you must learn to make every act count, since you are going to be here for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a read more
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.
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.
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
I'll publish, right or wrong: / Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
