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I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no... ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

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I attribute the little I know to my not having been ashamed to ask for information, and to my rule of conversing with all descriptions of men on those topics that form their own peculiar professions and pursuits. ↗

— John Locke

#ask #attribute #been #conversing #descriptions

For better or worse, I've been involved in the description of political conflict. ↗

— John le Carre

#better #conflict #description #i #involved

We have fallen into this very mean description of humanity. Naturalism in fiction is too reductive in its definition of human beings. ↗

— Ben Okri

#definition #description #fallen #fiction #human

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

— Charles de Secondat

#descriptions #go #i #make #paradise

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

#been #comes #description #diary #every

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

— 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

#boston #description #ethereal #architecture

Pericles, he reflected, was a sad case. He'd been a postman all his life, a solid, reliable worker, until one Christmas when he had stolen all the gifts he was meant to deliver: wind-chimes, scented candles, Belgian chocolates, cowbells from the Bernese Oberland. Most of the haul had been lavished on his elderly mother; the rest he had stashed in his bedroom, which the old lady, being too frail to climb the stairs, no longer cleaned. ↗

— Alison Fell

#mother-son #postal #theft #life