Quotes About Author

The logic of the world which the propositions of logic show in tautologies, mathematics shows in equations.

In cuor di donna quanto dura amore? (Ore) -Ed ella non mi amò quant'io l'amai? (Mai) -Or chi sei tu sì ti lagni meco? (Eco)

Because evil, my dear child, can be done to anyone and by everyone, but good can only be done to those who need it.

In the sense, that is, that the author who created us alive no longer wished, or was no longer able, materially to put us into a work of art. And this was a real crime, sir; because he who has had the luck to be born a character can laugh even at death. He cannot die. The man, the writer, the instrument of the creation will die, but his creation does not die. And to live for ever, it does not need to have extraordinary gifts or to be able to work wonders.

Hilda had stayed, but as soon as she saw

Same circus, different clowns, and without a doubt I'm one of them.

drawing room. Connie smiled at Angela but got pushed into the room by Dolly. 'Give us a call when it's ready, will you, love?

doing there?' She wrenched her wrist free and rubbed it. 'Word is, she's got some diamonds stashed and we're, well, we're waiting for her to get them.' 'And then what?' She smiled. 'Well, we want a cut

Two formidable difficulties at once presented themselves: half the correspondence—the letters Dickinson received—had been destroyed and her own letters are undated after 1855.

Given the array of correspondents—Abiah Root, Mrs Holland, Sam Bowles, Maria Whitney, Mabel Todd herself and many minor figures—a distorting omission is the correspondence with Susan. Nowhere is she mentioned. It's a common temptation to editorial power to contrive a bias, sometimes in covert ways. Here the agenda is all too plain.

To approach Emily Dickinson through the feud, to search out why it happened and to follow its consequences to the present day, is one of many possible stories. A feud, at least, is verifiable.

A double life is not surprising: it's almost inevitable with intelligent women of Dickinson's homebound generation.

Mabel Todd would take possession of Dickinson's papers and market them on her own terms, so that the strange nature of the poet became obscured.

which house that is? Or how many siblings you have?

We shared a healthy disregard for the overblown egos and conservative intransigence of both our professions

Love lost by one moment's explicit unfairness can't be won back by trying to justify it

On the page, punctuation performs its grammatical function, but in the mind of the reader it does more than that. It tells the reader how to hum the tune.

semicolons are dangerously habit-forming. Many writers hooked on semicolons become an embarrassment to their families and friends.

I have been told that the dying words of one famous 20th-century writer were, "I should have used fewer semicolons" – and although I have spent months fruitlessly trying to track down the chap responsible, I believe it none the less. If it turns out that no one actually did say this on their deathbed, I shall certainly save it up for my own.

you know those self-help books that give you permission to love yourself? This one gives you permission to love punctuation.

Oh yes, sir. There's no doubt about it, sir. The Punctuation Murderer has struck again.

Dear God, surely you aren't the chef Sam was talking about? No, he said with a laugh, and gestured behind him with a thumb. Cale here is. Kale? Alex echoed blankly, her eyes sliding to the still half-closed door. She didn't see any evidence of a second man. Frowning, she set the phone back in its receiver and leaned to the side, trying to see out into the kitchen as she muttered, Kale is a vegetable.

I am fine, Lucern muttered as she settled him into a chair. He found her concern rather annoying. If she was too nice to him, he might feel guilted into being nice back.

One of the things Lissianna had learned through the centuries was that there was nothing more dangerous than a zealot.