#ay

I think when I began, I played distortion more than the guitar. The results of my strumming. Now I play the twang of the string, which is a lot closer to the source of the sound making. ↗

— Ian Williams

#closer #distortion #guitar #i #i think

Treatment is the way to go. It can work if you have the right model. ↗

— Joe Williams

#model #right #treatment #way #work

Chaperons, even in their days of glory, were almost never able to enforce morality; what they did was to force immorality to be discreet. This is no small contribution. ↗

— Judith Martin

#almost #contribution #days #did #discreet

Indeed, Miss Manners has come to believe that the basic political division in this country is not between liberals and conservatives but between those who believe that they should have a say in the love lives of strangers and those who do not. ↗

— Judith Martin

#believe #between #come #conservatives #country

[Jules] slides into a seat beside me with her hot lunch tray, sighing. “Four hours, thirty-six minutes, and twelve seconds till we’re out of purgatory for the weekend.” “Maybe later,” I murmur, still distracted by the day’s previous events. “So, let me show you how a conversation works. I say something, and then you say something back that actually relates to what I was talking about, as if you were even the least bit interested.” “Huh?” I say. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#conversation #delilah-mcphee #humor #jules #paying-attention

«Parece maricas» (...) «E era uma pena, porque estava de se barrar com manteiga e comer-se vivo» ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#death

That's what I love most about writers--they're such lousy actors. ↗

— Vincent H. O'Neil

#directing #mystery #playwriting #theater #writing

If you are distant and misanthropic, selfish or cruel, you will find yourself alone in life and death. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#life #way-of-life #death

Every living thing requires love to survive for without it, we die. ↗

— Sanjo Jendayi

#deserie-johnson #die #live #love #sanjo-jendayi

Long, discursive, dry, and inane are the prayers in many pulpits. Without unction or heart, they fall like a killing frost on all the graces of worship. Death-dealing prayers they are. Every vestige of devotion has perished under their breath. The deader they are the longer they grow. ↗

— E.M. Bounds

#pride #death