Idleness begets ennui, ennui the hypochondriac, and that a diseased body. No laborious person was ever yet hysterical.
I thought, briefly, that I would never feel as intensely connected to the world, to another human being, as I did at that moment.
I frowned at the list. “So… I’ll go back and tell the Traynors that I’m going to get their suicidal quadriplegic son drunk, spend their money on strippers and lap dancers, and then trundle him off to the Disability Olympics—
Everything takes time. . . and that's something that your generation find it a lot harder to adjust to. You have all grown up expecting things to go your way almost instantaneously. You all expect to live the lives you chose. Especially a successful young man like yourself. But it takes time.
Somewhere in this world is a man who loves you, who understands how precious and clever and kind you are. A man who has always loved you and, to his detriment, suspects he always will.
Believe me, you have to have a certain confidence in your powers of descretion to let a dentist loose with a drill in your mouth less than an hour after you've. . . um. . . entertained his wife.
Try to write at least 500 words a day. You may ditch 499 of them tomorrow, but you will still be moving forward.
If God, as some now say, is dead, He no doubt died of trying to find an equitable solution to the Arab-Jewish problem.
I think Americans like the practical; they like the human. And I like both those things myself, and I try and put them into my books.
It was easy to present figures demonstrating the contrast between lead work in the United States under conditions of neglect and ignorance, and comparable work in England and Germany, under intelligent control.
You know, women always could endure more than men. Not only physically, but mentally - did you ever get a peek at some of the husbands?