Sir, this lane is for ten items or less. I’m counting thirteen items in your cart, including that hemorrhoid cream. And while hemorrhoids might give you a reason to be nasty, they don’t give you a reason to be in this lane (J.A. Konrath)
When I turned about 12 or 13, I realised that being funny wasn’t about remembering jokes. It was about creating them
When I turned about 12 or 13, I realised that being funny wasn’t about remembering jokes. It was about creating them (Paul Merton)
Surround yourself with those who won’t compete but will revel in you your success and see your ascent as a reflection of their own possibilities
Surround yourself with those who won’t compete but will revel in you your success and see your ascent as a reflection of their own possibilities (Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha)
Animals, like us, are living souls. They are not things. They are not objects. Neither are they human. Yet they mourn. They love. They dance. They suffer. They know the peaks and chasms of being
Animals, like us, are living souls. They are not things. They are not objects. Neither are they human. Yet they mourn. They love. They dance. They suffer. They know the peaks and chasms of being (Gary Kowalski, The Souls of Animals)
Americans in any century can be too inclined to accept consultant-crafted images of flesh-and-blood people
Americans in any century can be too inclined to accept consultant-crafted images of flesh-and-blood people (Larry J. Sabato)
Pride is a wound, and vanity is the scab on it. One’s life picks at the scab to open the wound again and again. In men, it seldom heals and often grows septic
Pride is a wound, and vanity is the scab on it. One’s life picks at the scab to open the wound again and again. In men, it seldom heals and often grows septic (Michael Ayrton, The Maze Maker)
Description is the color in the canvas of your story
Description is the color in the canvas of your story (M. Kirin)
It’s easier to die than to move … at least for the Other Side you don’t need trunks
It’s easier to die than to move … at least for the Other Side you don’t need trunks (Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose)
Why am I so anxious? And then it hits me. I’m not anxious, I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic – seeing the car just as it hits you
Why am I so anxious? And then it hits me. I’m not anxious, I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be so lonely because it seems catastrophic – seeing the car just as it hits you (Augusten Burroughs, Dry)
She was torn between the impulse to run and the urge to curl up like a pill bug, close her eyes, tuck her head beneath her arms, and play the game of since-I-can’t-see-monsters-monsters-can’t-see-me
She was torn between the impulse to run and the urge to curl up like a pill bug, close her eyes, tuck her head beneath her arms, and play the game of since-I-can’t-see-monsters-monsters-can’t-see-me (Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown)