In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water,… — Alyson Richman Copy Share Image
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I seriously consider television to be the people's medium. Like the idea of seeing your parents naked or having somebody go down… — Lena Dunham Copy Share Image
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The first thing the boy Garion remembered was the kitchen at Faldor's farm. For all the rest of his life he had… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
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Howard was almost as fond of this hall as he was of his own shop. The Brownies used it on Tuesdays, and… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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an Autobiography is the truest of all books; for while it inevitably consists mainly of extinctions of the truth, shirkings of the… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
Nothing is more memorable than a smell. One scent can be unexpected, momentary and fleeting, yet conjure up a childhood summer beside… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
“I can’t bear the smell of cigars, can you?” said Lady Partridge. “Lionel hates it too,” murmured Rachel. As did Nick, to… — Alan Hollinghurst Copy Share Image
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We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
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When a herd of cattle see a strange object, they are not satisfied till each one has sniffed it; and the horse… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
“Scientists still know very little about how the olfactory cortex in the brain converts impulses from receptors into conscious senses of smell.… — Jo Nesbø Copy Share Image
Always was Morocco. And recently the country's leadership seems to have embraced it in all its ill-reputed glory. The days of predatory… — Anthony Bourdain Copy Share Image
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I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative… — Rene Magritte Copy Share Image
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I'm not asking you to describe the rain falling the night the archangel arrived; I'm demanding that you get me wet. Make… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
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