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I once had a rose named after me and I was very flattered. But I was not pleased to read the description in the catalogue: no good in a bed, but fine up against a wall. ↗

— Eleanor Roosevelt

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I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there. ↗

— Charles de Secondat

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I've been keeping a diary for thirty-three years and write in it every morning. Most of it's just whining, but every so often there'll be something I can use later: a joke, a description, a quote. It's an invaluable aid when it comes to winning arguments. 'That's not what you said on February 3, 1996,' I'll say to someone. ↗

— David Sedaris

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Think about the comfortable feeling you have as you open your front door. That's but a hint of what we'll feel some day on arriving at the place our Father has lovingly and personally prepared for us in heaven. We will finally - and permanently - be 'at home' in a way that defies description. ↗

— Charles Stanley

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America is woven of many strands. I would recognise them and let it so remain. Our fate is to become one, and yet many. This is not prophecy, but description. ↗

— Ralph Ellison

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It's easy to set a story anywhere if you get a good guidebook and get some basic street names, and some descriptions, but, for me, yes, I am indebted to my travels to India for several of the stories. ↗

— Jhumoa Lahiri

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She left her keys in the teeth of the lock where they would dangle all day. ↗

— Karen Thompson Walker

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how impossibly clean-cut, with its twin sets of twelve, neat as walnut shells. ↗

— Karen Thompson Walker

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At last he said, "Did you come out of the big mountains?" Gitano shook his head slowly. "No, I walked down the Salinas Valley." The afternoon thought would not let Joey go. "Did you ever go into the big mountains back there?" The old dark eyes grew fixed, and their light turned inward on the years that were living in Gitano's head. ↗

— John Steinbeck

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Trinity Park lies directly across from the library, Trinity Church rising like a midieval thought amidst the glass and steel towers. ↗

— Nick Flynn

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