To the uneducated eye, as to the incurious mind, much of the world is in darkness, and a thousand songs are lost on the unlistening ear. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
You have what is known as a lot of character, meaning you can be wrong at the top of your lungs. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
Civilization has imposed countless restrictions and conventions on each of us, with the result that the subconscious in the majority of us has become… — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
The day will probably come when you can tell everything about a person from his dreams except his age and weight. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
the smell of lilacs crept poignantly into the room like a remembered spring. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
the emotions at death, as at birth, are instinctive and primitive. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
I wish people would quit telling me to think. I think. Thinking's easy. It's not thinking that's hard. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
When you're counting alibis and not apples, one plus one equals none. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
The smell of moist earth and lilacs hung in the air like wisps of the past and hints of the future. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
Common sense is a vastly overrated virtue. I myself prefer the spark of genius. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
I didn't mind giving up carnality, jewelry and red meat in return for comradeship and an afterlife. — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
The world of maps is nice and flat and simple. It has areas for people and areas for monsters. What a shock it is… — Margaret Millar Copy Share Image
