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—
alcohol drunk classic-insult
Winter is coming.
winter forcasting Games
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.
Games chess daring
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
window Day day
The trouble with being in the rat race is that even if you win, you're still a rat.
life Humor rat-race
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 home 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 sea life