Women. You'll interpret anything as love. You see a man wearing an idiotic expression, and you assume he's been struck by Cupid's… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
Mr Earbrass stands on the terrace at twilight. It is bleak; it is cold; and the virtue has gone out of everything.… — Edward Gorey Copy Share Image
What are our conductors giving us year after year? Only fresh corpses. Over these beautifully embalmed sonatas, toccatas, symphonies and operas the… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
Long ago I yearned to be a hero without knowing, in truth, what a hero was. Now, perhaps, I understand it a… — Lloyd Alexander Copy Share Image
[There is] one distinctly human thing - the story. There can be as good science about a turnip as about a man.… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image