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Who sleeps at night? No one is sleeping. In the cradle a child is screaming. An old man sits over his death, and anyoneyoung enough talks to his love, breathesinto her lips, looks into her eyes. Marina Tsvetaeva
The bird looked much smaller dead than alive. Jody felt a little mean pain in his stomach, so he took out his pocketknife and cut off the bird's head. Then he disemboweled it, and took off its wings; and finally he threw all the pieces into the brush. He didn't care about the bird, or its life, but he knew what older people would say if they had seen him kill it; he was ashamed because of their potential opinion. John Steinbeck
But I liked the writing better. I could make it look beautiful. I could keep it. The spoken words just went out like the wind, and you always had to say them all over again to keep them alive. But the writing stayed, and you could learn to make it better. More beautiful. Ursula K. Le Guin
Sometimes, "never let them see you sweat," is truly bad advice. The work of an individual who cares often exposes the grit and determination and effort that it takes to be present. Perfecting your talk, refining your essay and polishing your service until all elements of you disappear might be obvious tactics, but they remove the thing we were looking for: you. Seth Godin
She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company. Cornelia Funke
Erich Maria Remarque quote: "What's the matter with you anyway?" Riesenfeld shouts "You..."
What's the matter with you anyway?" Riesenfeld shouts "You look like a moon-struck kangaroo! Erich Maria Remarque
Gideon opened his and read, “Prosperity will knock on your door soon.” I snorted. Cary shot me a look. “I know, right? You snatched someone else’s cookie, Cross.” “He better not be anywhere near someone else’s cookie,” I said dryly. Reaching over, Gideon plucked half of mine out of my fingers. “Don’t worry, angel. Your cookie is the only one I want. Sylvia Day
Words have weight, sound and appearance; it is only by considering these that you can write a sentence that is good to look at and good to listen to. W. Somerset Maugham
But then we did not think of ourselves as poor. We did not accept it. we thought we were superior people and other people that we looked down on and rightly mistrusted were rich. Ernest Hemingway
P. G. Wodehouse quote: "He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured..."
He was a tubby little chap who looked as if he had been poured into his clothes and forgotten to say 'when'! P. G. Wodehouse
Perhaps it is indeed time I began to look at this whole matter of bantering more enthusiastically. After all, when one thinks about it, it is not such a foolish thing to indulge in - particularly if it is the case that in bantering lies the key to human warmth. Kazuo Ishiguro
context and memory play powerful roles in all the truly great meals in one's life. I mean, lets face it:when you're eating simple barbecue under a palm tree, and you feel sand between your toes, samba music is playing softly in the backgroud, waves are lapping at the shore a few yards off, a gentle breeze is cooling the sweat on the back of your neck at the hairline, and looking across the table, past the column of empty Red Stripes at the dreamy expression on your companion's face, you... Anthony Bourdain
I felt I had thrown away so much inmy life, but I also felt an unspoken bond between me and my city. I'd spent so much time wandering the streets of L. A. and hikingthrough the Hollywood Hills that I sensed there was a nonhumanentity, maybe the spirit of the hills and the city, who had me in hersights and was looking after me. Even if I was a loner in my ownband, at least I still felt the presence of the city I lived in. Anthony Kiedis
And that very same evening - that very same evening - Lord Edgware dies. Good title that, by the way. Lord Edgware Dies. Look well on a book stall. Agatha Christie
I look for myself but find no one. I belong to the chrysanthemum hour of bright flowers placed in tall vases. I should make an ornament of my soul. Fernando Pessoa

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