#chap

It's not the last one. Five's out, six is coming out in November, that's a single chapter, and then seven is the big horrifying one. And I think a couple after that to wrap the thing up. ↗

— Eddie Campbell

#big #chapter #coming #couple #five

It would have been the equivalent of Jackson Pollock's attempts to copy the Sistine Chapel. ↗

— Malcolm Cowley

#been #chapel #copy #equivalent #jackson

You will, I am sure, agree with me that... if page 534 only finds us in the second chapter, the length of the first one must have been really intolerable. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#am #been #chapter #finds #first

If pregnancy were a book they would cut the last two chapters. ↗

— Nora Ephron

#chapters #cut #last #pregnancy #two

People expect me to be dark and gloomy, then write that I'm a jolly chap, and after all, that is what I am. I think it's a case of an absolute romantic naivety that there should be a parallel between the work and the artist. ↗

— Michael Haneke

#after #am #artist #between #case

I wait, for the household to assemble. Household: that is what we are. The Commander is the head of the household. The house is what he holds. To have and to hold, till death do us part. The hold of a ship. Hollow. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#death

It's also possible to have two third person singular points of view, as represented by two characters through whose eyes the story is told in alternating chapters, say. ↗

— Arthur Herzog

#chapters #characters #eyes #person #points

I can't understand these chaps who go round American universities explaining how they write poems: It's like going round explaining how you sleep with your wife. ↗

— Philip Larkin

#chaps #explaining #go #going #how

If people don't sit at Chaplin's feet, he goes out and stands where they are sitting. ↗

— Herman J. Mankiewicz

#feet #goes #out #people #sit

Absolutely, sir! Oh, you need not be jealous! I wanted to tease you a little to make you less sad: I thought anger would be better than grief. But if you wish me to love you, could you but see how much I DO love you, you would be proud and content. All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#anger