When she was fifteen if you'd told herthat when she was twenty she'd be goingto bed with bald-headed men and liking it, she would have thought you very abstract.
H. G. WellsAbout author
- Author's profession: Author, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: September 21, 1866
- Died: August 13, 1946
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I am aware of many things being quite as important as good writing and good reading; but in all things it is wiser to go directly to the quiddity, to the text, to the source, to the essence—and only then evolve whatever theories may tempt the philosopher, or the historian, or merely please the spirit of the day. Readers are born free and ought to remain free.
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