Christopher Hitchens is the greatest living essayist in the English language.
Your cat just got cat hair on me. ” “It’s only fair,” Min said. “Your suit just got expensive suit lint on him.
Broaden your horizons. They're the only ones you'll ever have, so make the suckers as wide as possible.
The measuring and mixing always smoothed out her thinking processes - nothing was as calming as creaming butter - and when the kitchen was warm from the oven overheating and the smell of baking chocolate, she took final stock of where she'd been and where she was going. Everything was fine.
Feel no guilt. Getting married and giving birth does not mean that you have sold your life away to perfectly healthy people who can get their own damn socks.
His sentences didn't seem to have any verbs, which was par for a politician. All nouns, no action.
Nobody in my life has ever known me the way you do. Nobody in my life has ever made me feel as good as you do. You know me, you know everything about me, and when you leave me, you're going to be leaving the real me, the me nobody else has ever seen, that's who you're going to be rejecting.
I've grown out of dancing in my car - is it sad? Or I've just become a better driver!
It is not a matter of wishing success to the victim of aggression, but of sharing his fate; one must accompany him to his death or to victory
Don't settle for style. Succeed in substance.
You know, people seldom go to the trouble of scratching the surface of things to find the inner truth.