My dear Vincent

“—every single decent lead has gone to hell. I feel like I’m rolling a ball of shit up an endless mountain.” “My dear Vincent,…

— Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child

“I can see that an insufficent, or perhaps even defective, socialization process has led you to believe that four-letter words add power to languauge”

— Preston and Child

“Don’t you love that phrase, a person of interest? So rich with dark suggestion, so full of murky hints—without actually saying anything at all.”

— Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child

“Braveggia, urla! T'affretta a palesarmi il fondo dell'alma ria!'' ''Shout, braggart! What a rush you're in to show me the last dregs of your…

— Giacomo Puccini

In a library we are surrounded by many hundreds of dear friends, but they are imprisoned by an enchanter in these paper and leathern…

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

It must be that I am dreaming, and that I shall awaken in a moment to see that awful knife descending toward my heart-…

— Edgar Rice Burroughs

Dear God...thank you for bein there when no one else was.

— Anonymous

My favorite performance would definitely be "Toxic," which was my blind audition song. It was the start of it all and it was a…

— Melanie Martinez

You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that…

— Lewis Carroll

You may be sure, dear Crito, that inaccurate language is not only in itself a mistake: it implants evil in men's souls.

— Plato

Oh, dear Hazel.” Aphrodite folded her fan. “Such optimism, yet you have heartrending days ahead of you. Of course war is coming. Love and…

— Rick Riordan

Most beautiful is the sight of those near and dear to us when our original kinship makes us of one mind.

— Epicurus

Dear God, I trust that no matter what happens in my life, it is for my highest good. And no matter what happens in…

— Susan Jeffers

O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.

— Walt Whitman

I gave my archive to Emory University because there's a really dear friend who teaches there, Rudolph Byrd, and he's the editor.

— Alice Walker