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When red-headed people are above a certain social grade their hair is auburn.


Mark Twain


#elitism #humor #redheads #humor

I wear glasses, have a big scar, I sing loud, and I am blond. I'm sorry!


Anastacia


#big #blond #glasses #i #i am

Thanet is having a moment,” I said, leaning forward so Quinn could see him. “What’s wrong, man?” Quinn said. “Were you not aware high school dances suck? That they always have sucked and they will continue sucking as long as the world turns?


Laura Anderson Kurk


#dances #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school

Hold still, Meg, you’re dripping blood on my car seats.” I reached behind the passenger seat of Tennyson’s car looking for the white sheet she’d thrown in for mopping up bodily fluids. Quinn, sitting in the back seat, read my mind and handed it to me. “Thank you.” “No problem.” He leaned forward, pulling a corner of the sheet up to wipe off a small stream of blood on my neck. “You okay?


Laura Anderson Kurk


#distracted-driving #glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk

She didn’t see me because of the reflection on the store windows, and she wouldn’t know me in this car anyway. In fact, she probably wouldn’t know me with shaggy hair and the beginnings of a beard. So I sat for a minute, watching her dusting bookshelves, either talking to herself or singing. Her feather duster had become a prop in whatever scene she had going. She looked heart-stoppingly, breathtakingly beautiful, my Meg.


Laura Anderson Kurk


#glass-girl #henry-whitmire #high-school #laura-anderson-kurk #long-distance-relationship

I've never killed a man, but I've read many an obituary with a great deal of satisfaction.


Clarence Darrow


#death #humor #death

Middle age is when your old classmates are so grey and wrinkled and bald they don't recognize you.


Bennett Cerf


#bald #classmates #grey #middle #middle age

Well, Betsy," he said, "your mother tells me that you are going to use Uncle Keith's trunk for a desk. That's fine. You need a desk. I've often noticed how much you like to write. The way you eat up those advertising tablets from the store! I never saw anything like it. I can't understand it though. I never write anything but checks myself. " "Bob!" said Mrs. Ray. "You wrote the most wonderful letters to me before we were married. I still have them, a big bundle of them. Every time I clean house I read them over and cry." "Cry, eh?" said Mr. Ray, grinning. "In spite of what your mother says, Betsy, if you have any talent for writing, it comes from family. Her brother Keith was mighty talented, and maybe you are too. Maybe you're going to be a writer." Betsy was silent, agreeably abashed. "But if you're going to be a writer," he went on, "you've got to read. Good books. Great books. The classics.


Maud Hart Lovelace


#classics #encouragment #fathers #great-books #mothers

If we talk about the glass being half empty or half full, I want to know what does the glass look like from underneath the table?


Brad Thor


#being #does #empty #full #glass

This business of petty inconvenience and indignity, of being kept waiting about, of having to do everything at other people’s convenience, is inherent in working-class life. A thousand influences constantly press a working man down into a passive role. He does not act, he is acted upon. He feels himself the slave of mysterious authority and has a firm conviction that ‘they’ will never allow him to do this, that, and the other. Once when I was hop-picking I asked the sweated pickers (they earn something under sixpence an hour) why they did not form a union. I was told immediately that ‘they’ would never allow it. Who were ‘they’? I asked. Nobody seemed to know, but evidently ‘they’ were omnipotent.


George Orwell


#labour #servility #trade-unions #wage-labour #working-class






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