The drama is the book of the people.
I will laugh at the laughable while I breathe
There is no slave, after all, like a wife. . . Poor women, poor slaves All married women, all children and girls who live in their father's house are slaves.
We are divorced, North from South, because we have hated each other so. If we could only separate politely, and not have a horrid fight for divorce.
We are scattered, stunned; the remnant of heart left alive is filled with brotherly hate. . . Whose fault? Everybody blamed somebody else. Only the dead heroes left stiff and stark on the battlefield escape.
Of all our sorrows, memory is the worst.
I do not write often now - not for want of something to say, but from a loathing of all I see and hear. Why dwell upon it?
When you start a game, you don't think to yourself, "well, OK, I'm going throw a one-hitter today. " It just becomes an organism, your outing becomes an organism and it grows.
Nobody steals from Creed Bratton and gets away with it. The last person to do this disappeared. His name? Creed Bratton.
Where duty is plain delay is both foolish and hazardous; where it is not, delay may be both wisdom and safety.
Nathanial can show me how to better control the change, but even so, you never have to worry about me turning into a cat again. Didn't you know, I'm allergic to cats.