“A memory rose, unbidden, unwanted. Trite in its way, yet the truth of the statement hit her to the core. “When I… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
Art is a concrete and personal and rather childish thing after all - no matter what people do to graft it into… — Willa Cather Copy Share Image
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
The thing is, for me, as a fiction writer, I don't think there's a finer testament to our lives than this thing… — Joshua Ferris Copy Share Image
Sometimes I wish Marta were more loyal to me. Like the other day. The car parked next to ours had a real… — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
Critics who treat adult as a term of approval, instead of as a merely descriptive term, cannot be adult themselves. To be… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
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“The sword wears out its sheath, as it is sometimes said. That is my story. My passions have made me live, and… — Jean-Jacques Rousseau Copy Share Image
