Which is more musical: a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school?
When you're reading, you're not where you are; you're in the book. By the same token, I can write anywhere.
Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.
Really rather fascinating, you know,' he confided, and I recognized, with an internal sigh, the song of the scholar, as identifying a sound as the terr-whit! of a thrush.
Home is the place where they have to take you in
But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.
It was a beautiful bright autumn day, with air like cider and a sky so blue you could drown in it.
I think it's a new feature. Don't tell anyone it was an accident.
Would it upset men if they found out we weren't different? Are we? Aren't we? Damned if I know.
The presidency has made every man who occupied it, no matter how small, bigger than he was; and no matter how big, not big enough for its demands.
He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.