Authors who moan with praise for their editors always seem to reek slightly of the Stockholm syndrome.
People are inexterminable - like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices - that's us.
The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt. ' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged--though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
The rose is a rose, And was always a rose. But the theory now goes That the apple's a rose, And the pear is, and so's The plum, I suppose. The dear only knows What will next prove a rose. You, of course, are a rose - But were always a rose.
Thinking is not to agree or disagree. That's voting.
All the fun is in how you say a thing.
It was the same night I gave myself to him completely, knowing that I would belong to him for as long as he wanted to keep me. And, as it turned out, even longer than that.
Of course smartphones are brilliant inventions, but the nefarious thing about Twitter and other social media is that it starts to fill all the gaps in your day. I quickly become an addict.
The American political system is like fast food - mushy, insipid, made out of disgusting parts of things and everybody wants some.
They [the authorities] will act aggressively against anyone who has known me. That keeps me up at night.