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Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what i want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy. Mister Death E. E. Cummings
Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings. Victor Hugo
Life is like a library owned by the author. In it are a few books which he wrote himself, but most of them were written for him. Harry Emerson Fosdick
Someone asked me...how it felt and I was reminded of a story that a fellow townsman of ours used to tell--Abraham Lincoln. They asked him how he felt once after an unsuccessful election. He said he felt like a little boy who had stubbed his toe in the dark. He said that he was too old to cry, but it hurt too much to laugh. Adlai E. Stevenson
The 2-week delay of her letters had caused me to keep a distrustful eye on Hallie, like a star so many light years away it could have exploded long ago while we still watched its false shine. Barbara Kingsolver
Bill Watterson quote: "You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to..."
You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood. What mood is that? Last-minute panic. Bill Watterson
Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six. Laurell K. Hamilton
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. Wells
I grow warm, I begin to feel happy. There is nothing extraordinary in this, it is a small happiness of Nausea: it spreads at the bottom of the viscous puddle, at the bottom of out time - the time of purple suspenders, and broken chair seats; it is made of white, soft instants, spreading at the edge, like an oil stain. No sooner than born, it is already old, it seems as though I have known it for twenty years. Jean-Paul Sartre
And there in the snow lay the pictures, like jewels bedded in white silk. They were paper-thin sheets of colored transparent isin glass of every size and shape, some round, some square, some damaged, some intact, some as large as church windows, others as small as snuffbox miniatures. Michael Ende
Margaret Atwood quote: "He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need..."
He considers me also a little fragile because artistic. I need to be cared for, like a potted plant. Margaret Atwood
You don't have to call anymore; I won't pick up the phone. This is the last straw. Don't wanna hurt anymore. You can tell me that you're sorry but I don't believe you, baby, like I did before. You're not sorry. Taylor Swift
Is it that they think it a duty to be continually talking,' pursued she: 'and so never pause to think, but fill up with aimless trifles and vain repetitions when subjects of real interest fail to present themselves? - or do they really take a pleasure in such discourse?' 'Very likely they do,' said I; 'their shallow minds can hold no great ideas, and their light heads are carried away by trivialities that would not move a better-furnished skull; - and their only alternative to such discourse... Anne Bronte
I like bars just after they open in the evening. When the air inside is still cool and clean and everything is shiny. The first quiet drink of the evening in a quiet bar -- that's wonderful. Raymond Chandler
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing? For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and caldron bubble. William Shakespeare

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