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Quale sarebbe questo medicamento prodigioso con cui contate di salvare il vostro selvaggio? lui amava rispondere - Le mie rose

the radio silence. Shit, he said.

Despair is the central part of the psychopathology. For the handmaiden of gossip is treachery:

I intend that my last work shall be a cookbook composed of memories and desires. ---Alexander Dumas, 1869, as quoted in Life Is Meals: A Food Lover's Book of Days by James and Kay Salter

But he'll never be fully recognised, because Scots literature these days is all about complaining and moaning and being injured in one's soul.

Now the tea began to do its work- as it always did- and the world that only a few minutes previously had seemed so bleak started to seem less so.

The sound of the kettle boiling was in itself the sound of normality, of reason, the sound of a fight back against the sadness of things.

Perhaps trust had to be accompanied by a measure of common sense, and a hefty dose of realism about human nature. But that would need a lot of thinking about, and the tea break did not go on forever.

Writers just play out their fantasies in their books. They are often very unstable, tricky people, Bertie. Writers are usually very bad at real life and feel that they have to create imaginary lives to make up for it.

Dreadfully insincere,' said Angus. 'Psychopaths - every one of them. Show me a cat, Domenica, and I'll show you a psychopath. Textbook examples.

Do you think your dog might have been drunk when he bit these people, Mr Lordie?

He's not too bad, actually. If you don't mind him going on about Byzantium, he can be quite nice.

and Mma Potokwane remained uncertain whether Mma Ramotswe was testate or intestate.

often our tears have no particular justification; they are tears for something larger about the world than any private sorrow.

The History of the Village of Goryukhino

Pétri de vanité il avait encore plus de cette espèce d'orgueil qui fait avouer avec la même indifférence les bonnes comme les mauvaises actions, suite d'un sentiment de supériorité, peut-être imaginaire. Tiré d'une lettre particulière

Sir, I hope your excellency'—What's all this ceremony?

The complexity of language, he thought to himself, lies not in its subject matter but in our knotted understanding.

She is gently manic, in a pottering sort of way.

the odd small goat, surprised by so much unaccustomed water, died from disgust.

Paul Theroux, she adores his long, grumpy travelogues, his trips around Africa especially.

But there is this terrible thing in evil thoughts, that evil minds soon grow familiar with them.

that lovely brow, around which stars of diamonds formed a tremulous circlet...

I have always heard it said that that is the rarest service, but the easiest to render. The remark struck me; I like to cite remarks that strike me.