Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.
You were born with wings, why prefer to crawl through life?
Sir, if you were my husband, I would poison your drink."
"Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it."
Exchange between Lady Astor and Winston Churchill—
classic-insult Wife drunk
Winter is coming.
forcasting Games winter
I took a chance, I took a shot
And you may think I’m bullet-proof, but I’m not. You took a swing, I took it hard. And down here from the ground I see who you are
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
Daring ideas are like chessmen moved forward. They may be beaten, but they may start a winning game.
chess ideas Games
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
daytime carpe-diem day
The trouble with being in the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.
rat-race life humor
Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home.
winter Food comfort
My turn shall also come:
I sense the spreading of a wing.
I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
happiness life sea