May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
I'm always running into the Sunday God of churchgoing Christians and cannot help noticing that he doesn't help out much on weekdays.
I've always found old bookstores exciting. Whenever I'm in a city that's new to me, I immedicately look through the telephone directory for BOOKS, USED AND RARE. Book dealers send me their catalogs, a...
It gave me a queer feeling. Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person some had gone to the trouble of marking my name on thi...
It's funny; in this era of e-mail and voice mail and all those things that even I did not grow up with, a plain old paper letter takes on amazing intimacy.
It's my letter, she began. I cannot make it right.Come in, come in, the Prince said gently. Maybe we can help you. She sat down in the same chair as before. All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; r...
My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading.
The awful part of the writing game is that you can never be sure the stuff is any good.
Together they will spend a happy hour seated side by side..., while Ivy's tender hand guides Duffy's as he traces out laboriously, in pencil, over and over until he has them off pat, the magic letters...
Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.
To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.
Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while dr...
You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.
My writings are my letters to the universe, who loved me like a mother.
Contradictions, in any communication, are the first stepping stones of mistrust
How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly ma...
Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives — he didn’t bel...
EB: 'Ll showed me a long verse-letter, very obscene, he’d received from Dylan T[Thomas] before D’s last trip here [New York]—very clever, but it really can’t be published for a long, long time, he’s d...
We have had for breakfast, toasts, cakes, a yorkshire pie, a piece of beef about the size and much the shape of my portmanteau, tea, coffee, ham and eggs...
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
Showing 41 to 60 of 70 results