I was just thoughts, just air. There was nothingness all around me. Was this what it was like to be dead? When you died, did you still sense everything going on around you, only it was happening so fa...

I sit, tired of reading. I am sick of books. I can't tell where I leave off and the books begin. I'm nobody. I'm a polluted nothing. A confessed sin, an open door, the clutterer in the clutter.

I can guarantee it, Jenks said as their eyes met. The second that you see her, you will fall in love. You will do anything for her, anything at all, and she will know it and love you back. That’s all...

Hey, Sam. Want to join me in the river? We can bathe before the sun sets and it gets too cold..What?Stay back, foul temptress!What?Er. Not you. Uh. I… sensed the presence of a succubus. Like, near her...

Give me a man or woman who has read a thousand books and you give me an interesting companion. Give me a man or woman who has read perhaps three and you give me a very dangerous enemy indeed.

At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell, but as years passed, it fell silent for all of them. Even Sarah found one Christmas that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I've grow...

And it was kind of funny to see all these professional fighters unwilling to get within a mile of the female. Then again, if you wanted to survive doing the work they did, accurate risk assessment was...

My dad loved comedians, especially George Jessel, and he loved Henny Youngman and Buddy Hackett.

I'm always asked, 'What's the secret to success?' But there are no secrets. Be humble. Be hungry. And always be the hardest worker in the room.

An empty canvas is a living wonder... far lovelier than certain pictures.

I don't want to dress up a picture with just my face.

My biggest pet peeve is when people don't admit what they've done.

I didn't cry much after I was 35, but staggered stony-faced into middle age, a handkerchief still in my bag just in case.

It is a dangerous thing to reform anyone.

Not for myself I make this prayer But for this race of mine That stretches forth from shadowed places Dark hands for bread and wine.

There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.

Daffodils are yellow trumpets of spring

Perfectionism sucks the air out of your uniqueness and leaves you empty, away from who you could become.

To experience more synchronicity and 'coincidences' we need to listen and be aware of the world around us and also our intuition.That's how the universe speaks to itself, it's an ongoing flow of infor...

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