She could feel it brimming on her lips, that superstar smile, the bow shape, the teeth long and solid tombstones.
But even then I knew how it was going to be, I could feel the coming silence in the long, poisonous pauses that expanded as the night progressed.
It is remarkable how long men will believe in the bottomlessness of a pond without taking the trouble to sound it.
is a funny term,' she'd say. 'There is nothing supernatural about the earth. As long as you know what does what.
Consider the road, long and forked as the Devil’s own tongue. Consider the Devil, burning every bridge; Placing in every tree a black bird. In every bird a black thought.
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?
See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.
There are tree main bulwarks of defence against new thoughts: to pay no heed, to give no credence, and finally to assert that it had already long existed.
Nothing stays forgotten for long, Elly. Sometimes we simply have to remind the world that we're special and that we're still here.
It’s not that I wanted to die . I just wanted to go to sleep for long enough for my life to find some meaning again.
As long as she persisted in her belief that bafflement justified her actions, she felt confident no one would contradict her.
A key to a long, productive writing life is finding ways to support that life, emotionally and existentially.
Real life is messy, inconsistent, and it's seldom when anything ever really gets resolved. It's taken me a long time to realize that.
You can’t argue with a stupid, ignorant person, no matter how long you stand in the mirror.
I make love like my afternoon shadow is long. I'll bring the foreplay, if you bring the guacamole. (Yes, I know there is a 99-cent upcharge.)
I wrote you a love letter, and I sent it snail mail. Love is forever, and that’s about how long it’ll take to get to you.
She forgot my name, so either I’m not important or she has amnesia. I wonder how long she’s suffered from dementia.
I measured the length of my hand today, and just as I thought, it’s exactly as long as my other hand. I was so excited I started clapping.
You do it how you can do it, so long as it's getting done, you're okay.
How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!
As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.
