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a tight hard little woman humorless as a chicken.

Unless a reviewer has the courage to give you unqualified praise, I say ignore the bastard.

Sometimes I think you realists are the most sentimental people in the world.

When the fair gold morning of April stirred Mary Hawley awake, she turned over to her husband and saw him, little fingers pulling a frog mouth at her.

Critics are the eunuchs of literature. They stand by in envious awe while the whole man and his partner demonstrate the art of living.

I don't want advice." "Nobody does. It's a giver's present.

Help him, Adam--help him. Give him his chance. Let him be free. That's all a man has over the beasts. Free him! Bless him!

You want I should drive twenty miles because I got roots?

Even Juan laughed then. Everyone laughed. And suddenly the bus was not full of strangers. Some chemical association was formed. Norma laughed hysterically. All the tension of the morning came out in her laughter.

Doc would listen to any kind of nonsense and change it for you to a kind of wisdom. His mind had no horizon—and his sympathy had no warp.

The winter seemed reluctant to let go its bite. It hung on cold and wet and windy long after its time. And people repeated, It's those damned big guns they're shooting off in France-- spoiling the weather in the whole world.

Smiled with amusement at the myths of these country boys.

That is all I can think of. If there was more to be answered it is in the stomachs of those khaki-colored devils in the garden. They are eating the fence now. The appetite of a puppy ranks with Grand Canyon for pure stupendousness.

Why, you mouse—you nasty cur. With goodness all around you—don't you dare suggest a thing like that! Why is your sorrow more refined than my sorrow?

Guarantee? We guaranteed it to be an automobile.

I'll want to hear," Samuel said. "I eat stories like grapes.

Isn't overeating said to be one of the strongest symptoms of discontent? And isn't discontent the lever of change?

In a little while Danny assaulted her virtue with true gallantry and vigor.

Her son is poisonous, Everything he touches. With all her maternal effort she's brought destruction into the world.

full of the belief that a conspiracy of women upholds the world.

I don't recall inclement weather on a fair day.

The good ones develop give. In all the green world nothing feels as good as a woman's good nature.

I've read a tiger's not dangerous, They say the tiger won't attack But one thing's not clear to me. Has he read this, too? Does he know?

she was exaggerating the severity of her condition in order to crave sympathy.  Yet