Quotes About Correspondence

How wonderful it is to be able to write someone a letter! To feel like conveying your thoughts to a person, to sit at your desk and pick up a pen, to put your thoughts into words like this is truly marvelous.

I think I became a writer because I used to write letters to my friends, and I used to love writing them. I loved the idea that you can put marks on a page and send it off, and two days later, someone laughs somewhere else in the world.

Donald Trump is proud of the fact that he's never written an e-mail.

Generations of thinkers have made typewriters their frenemies, and long before there were Gmail inboxes, print correspondence stacked up, some hastily written and impulsive on the steel gadgets.

I have never written a letter in my life.

As a teenager I wrote to R.A. Lafferty. And he responded, too, with letters that were like R.A. Lafferty short stories, filled with elliptical answers to straight questions and simple answers to complicated ones.

It is impossible to say when 37-year-old Benedict Arnold first met 18-year-old Peggy Shippen, but we do know that on September 25, 1778, he wrote her a love letter - much of it an exact copy of one he'd sent to another woman six months before. But if the overheated rhetoric was recycled, Arnold's passion was genuine.

I don't know why Sinclair Lewis fell in love with me. He didn't get even the slightest response from me. But his letters were lovely. And the poems he wrote me were lovely. I used some of them in my book.

I'm no relation to Lillian or Dorothy Gish. Not even way back. But when I first became interested in acting, I wrote a letter to Lillian Gish. She wrote back, discouraging me from entering the business.

That's actually how my parents met. They were pen pals. My mom was in the Philippines and my father was in the States, and they wrote to each other. He went out to meet her, and they wed not too long after.

Growing up, I would watch a movie on video and would go to the back of the VHS and locate the address for Universal Pictures or MGM or whatever. I'd write to the studios asking them if I could be in a movie. They never wrote me back.

I am not overlooking any mail. I'm looking at all of it. I even wrote back to the Viagra people.

Although a madman, Norton wrote letters to Abraham Lincoln and Queen Victoria which they took seriously.

Yeah, I've gotten a few letters from prison.

When I was 10 years old, I threw a bottle with a note in it in the ocean in Massachusetts, and Harrison Salisbury found it and contacted me. We began a correspondence that lasted for years, and I eventually met him when I was 18.

D.: There are six centres in the body and there are corresponding centres in the world. M.: Yes. What is in the world is in the body; and what is in the body is in the world also.

The life also which here we live hath its own enchantment, through a certain proportion of its own, and a correspondence with all things beautiful here below.

But I was commanded to believe; and yet it corresponded not with what had been established by calculations and my own sight.

Truth is exact correspondence with reality.

Our ideas must agree with realities, be such realities concrete or abstract

An experience, perceptual or conceptual, must conform to reality in order to be true

Picciotto recalled when he was a teenager writing to obscure English punk bands like Rudimentary Peni, Dead Wretched, and Blitz. "Those fuckers wrote us back, and it blew my mind," recalls Picciotto. "It was so cool to feel that connection. I've always kept that in mind. If someone writes you, you send them a letter back. It's just a cool thing to do.

Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing down with a kind of muscular reluctance to a stream that became a trickle and finally ceased; the heart had stopped.

Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing with a kind of muscular reluctance to a stream that became a trickle and finally ceased; the heart had stopped.