The only thing you've got in this world is what you can sell.
There are many hostelries in his report, which is the true account of an expedition.
... what I'm doing in here isn't all that different from what I was doing outside. I'll hand you a pretty cynical axiom: the amount of financial help an individual or company needs rises in direct proportion to how many people that person or business...
People believe things that aren't true about other people just because of how they look and what kind of vehicle they drive. Why can you not wait and see who they are inside before you make a decision". "Because we're afraid" I said. "If I had truste...
Experience has taught us that we have only one enduring weapon in our struggle against mental illness: the emotional discovery and emotional acceptance of the truth in the individual and unique history of our childhood.
The universe was a vast expanse, far greater than he could ever conceive, and he had seen but a fraction of an inch of it.
God's big enough that small doesn't matter.
Humph,' he said, with a disagreeable air, 'the universe does its work very quietly.' (“The Bogey Man”)
Morremos um pouco todos os dias, e todos os dias devemos procurar um final bonito antes de partir.
Wait and wait. Most people's lives are spent waiting.
Most of us live our lives like toads, sitting perfectly still, under a plantain leaf. We are waiting for a fly to come our way. When it comes out darts the tongue. We nab it. That is all. We eat it.
for years now there had been no country here but the war.
We took space back quickly, expensively, with total panic and close to maximum brutality. Our machine was devastating. And versatile. It could do everything but stop.
You are one of the few successful persons I know." "Me? Why?" "You know precisely what you are doing and you do it well." "But I don't really do much of anything." "And of course the quantity means nothing to you, nor the weight others place upon you...
Least said,soonest mended," Toby quipped, quoting a saying Jess often used.
Dead yet?" Gus answered. I smirked. "Not yet, but the night's still young." "Here's hoping.
People who start a sentence with personally (and they're always women) ought to be thrown to the lions. It's a repulsive habit.
But who has time to write memoirs? I’m still living my memoirs.
So I wonder what it is this need to tell. To animate somehow the deathly stillness of the profoundest beauty. Breathe life in the telling.
Why do you want to become an author? I will accept only one answer. If it is because you feel you can write better than you can do anything else then go ahead and do it without frills and flourishes. Stick to your present job and write in your spare ...
Take sides! Always take sides! You will sometimes be wrong - but the man who refuses to take sides must always be wrong.
