#letters

Over the last couple of years I have gotten an average of 2,000 letters a week from fans. ↗

— Davy Jones

#couple #fans #gotten #i #last

I like the storytelling and reading the letters, the long-distance dedications. ↗

— Casey Kasem

#letters #like #long-distance #reading #storytelling

The letters from jail are always disconcerting. ↗

— Eliza Dushku

#disconcerting #jail #letters

Out all of these zillions of letters, one of the first ones that came was, as it turned out from Johnny Carson within the last five or six weeks of his life. I had worked with him. He lost a son who had worked for me. ↗

— Dick Ebersol

#carson #first #five #had #him

The man of science, like the man of letters, is too apt to view mankind only in the abstract, selecting in his consideration only a single side of our complex and many-sided being. ↗

— James G. Frazer

#apt #being #complex #consideration #his

I've never had a love letter before. Not from anyone. It is a most wonderful thing to receive. I realise that it makes a present to me of your life, not just your love. ↗

— Anthony McDonald

#love #life

If a man loves you he’s not going to ask you to give up the things you love. ↗

— Geraldine Solon

#love-letters #relationships #love

Dear Beloved woman, Time… so much time has passed since my love wrote his last words for me. And yet I remember it as if it were yesterday. I remember writing back and for the first time since I had left home I told my love what kind of darkness surrounded me here. I forgot all the sweet things my father had said to my mother when he was away. I forgot how they got her through all those long and lonely nights. ↗

— Talon P.S.

#dear-john #letters #soldiers #war #love

Now everybody who knows anything at all knows perfectly well that even a business letter does not deserve the paper on which it is written unless it contains at least one significant phrase that is worth waking up in the night to remember and think about. ↗

— Eleanor Hallowell Abbott

#writing #business

Sometimes from out the folded paper the pale clerk takes a ring - the finger it was meant for, perhaps, moulders in the grave; a bank-note sent in swiftest charity - he whom it would relieve, nor eats nor hungers any more; pardon for those who died despairing; hope for those who died unhoping; good tidings for those who died stifled by unrelieved calamities. On errands of life, these letters speed to death. Ah, Bartleby! Ah, humanity! ↗

— Herman Melville

#letters #death