I was working at the 'Evening Standard' when I heard that there was a job going as deputy literary editor on the 'New Statesman.' I remember thinking, 'That's perfect.' It was three days a week, and I had children, but I could make that work - so I a...
For me, I have to say that I like to work a lot too, but I like not working better. The perfect scenario is when you just worked and you know something's coming up, then you have four, five, six months off. But you know you're going to have a job lat...
I remember thinking that a girdle was barbaric, and that never in a million years would I treat myself like a sleeping bag being shoved into a stuff sack. Never! Instead, I would run marathons and work out and be in perfect shape and reject the tyran...
Each job I had wasn't necessarily the perfect job, but I always talk to young women about how you really have to take certain things from each job and learn from that and then move on to something you really want to do.
The earth is bountiful, and where her bounty fails, nitrogen drawn from the air will refertilize her womb. I developed a process for this purpose in 1900. It was perfected fourteen years later under the stress of war by German chemists.
And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
“You’ll get more…but it’ll be my way, not yours.
I'd suffocate. From my own cowardice.
Dead yet?" Gus answered. I smirked. "Not yet, but the night's still young." "Here's hoping.
Seek God in the morning. Praise Him during the day. Meditate on Him at night.
Bad men skulking in the darkness have always been there, and always will.
I love it when you talk dirty physics.
He lives alone and makes his bed? Who does that?
...the religion of the heart is as intimate as a wish breathed to the night sky...
Some people's blameless lives are to blame for a good deal.
A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought.
When we talk about mortality we are talking about our children.
...you're either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.
I had to decide who I was, Night or Day, Human or Vampire.
A word only writes Its night and rides Its dream.
