#ran

But there are 90 million gun owners in the United States. Only 3.5 million want the insurance and magazines and the various things you get for joining the NRA. ↗

— Michael D. Barnes

#gun #insurance #joining #magazines #million

...until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger. ↗

— Carlos Ruiz Zafón

#loss #strangers #life

One of Brando's problems is that he can't have a conversation with anyone. ↗

— Peter Bart

#brando #conversation #problems

Study the public behavior of top stars and you can detect a keen attentiveness to brand value. ↗

— Peter Bart

#brand #detect #keen #public #stars

Why shouldn't truth be stranger than fiction? Fiction, after all, has to make sense. ↗

— Mark Twain

#fiction #make #sense #stranger #than

We stay in U2's hotel. They bought a hotel, The Clarence, a nice place and it's in an area where everything's happening, so many fantastic restaurants and bars and the people are so friendly. ↗

— Bonnie Tyler

#bars #bought #clarence #everything #fantastic

I have an almost complete disregard of precedent, and a faith in the possibility of something better. It irritates me to be told how things have always been done. I defy the tyranny of precedent. I go for anything new that might improve the past. ↗

— Clara Barton

#always #anything #been #better #complete

George Washington, as a boy, was ignorant of the commonest accomplishments of youth. He could not even lie. ↗

— Mark Twain

#boy #commonest #could #even #george

Political correctness does not legislate tolerance; it only organizes hatred. ↗

— Jacques Barzun

#does #hatred #legislate #only #organizes

And then she said nothing else, for Henry put his arms around her and kissed her. Kissed her in such a way that she no longer felt plain, or conscious of her hair or the ink spot on her dress or anything but Henry, whom she had always loved. Tears welled up and spilled down her cheeks, and when he drew away, he touched her wet face wonderingly. "Really," he said. "You love me, too, Lottie? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#henry-branwell #love