Quotes About Letters

I had to deal with several stalkers and a lot of strange letters.

I'd much rather send my friends letters rather than emails.

I find it amazing when I get letters from people in Israel and people in Lebanon and they both love the music, but in real life they hate each other.

Letters have been found with my name on assassination lists.

I would always be embarrassed to read out loud in class because I would transpose words and letters and things.

All of our lyrics are really personal, and we get a lot of personal letters.

I spend almost every morning with mail.

And it's a pity too that I've no right to open your letters. I hope you don't get many, or my conscience will give me no peace.

The letters released something, maybe a sense that he was not alone, that the world was a place where travelers in language could know the same things.

There was an aluminum awning over the office door. On the door itself were little plastic letters arranged in slots to spell out a message. The message was: NU MISH BOOT ZUP KO. Gibberish but high-quality gibberish.

Tulips, I thought, staring at the jumble of letters before me. Had the ancient Greeks known them under a different name, if they'd had tulips at all? The letter psi, in Greek, is shaped like a tulip. All of a sudden, in the dense alphabet forest of the page, little black tulips began to pop up in a quick, random pattern like falling raindrops.

Another nice thing was that I would type out letters home for the admiral's stewards. They would then feed me the same food the admiral ate.

I adore correspondence. When a letter arrives from a friend it is like getting a small present.

Otto gave me a copy of the farewell letter Anne wrote to me in hiding. I was surprised because there were two letters: the second was a reply to a letter she pretended I had written to her. She wrote: "I am thinking so much of you," and "Let's always be good friends until I come back." She must have been very lonely.

This suggests that there would be little plausibility to a suggestion to the effect that the remit of the philosophical man of letters, as understood by Hume, was to work towards the demise of the Christian religion.

ho notato che nelle lettere le menzogne scaturiscono e proliferano in maniera quasi naturale, come nei romanzi.

I was happy thinking only about letters and suddenly they began to compose into something, so dangerous when they get together. But at bottom they are careless. Childish. A, B, H, M, O, . . . so rare X. The Z, an amnesiac, ing in decline, his twin brother S with all the cunning of a usurper.

Austin required all reference to sickness be cut. Consistent with secrecy was the refusal of the Norcross sisters to let Todd see the letters in their possession. These remaining witnesses to Emily's ills in her teenage years, and to the treatment she endured in Boston in 1864 and 1865, shielded their cousin

Mabel Todd took the offensive with her expanded edition of the Dickinson letters. Her preface presented it as the first book ever issued about Emily Dickinson, prepared at the requests of the poet's brother and sister: Austin Dickinson, Lavinia Dickinson 'and I' collected letters 'which they entrusted to me' to edit and publish. At a stroke, this authorised editor displaced an unauthorised niece.

There are similar mutilations of many letters, especially Emily's early letters to Austin, written when he was in love with Sue, and letters to Sue filled with Emily's parallel, more entrancing ardour. All the mutilations are designed to obliterate the poet's attachment to 'Sister'.

It was a lavishly decorated medieval manuscript or something that looked like one. The first letters caught the light from the hallway and sparkled in gold. Strange birds and exotic animals hidden in a tangle of foliage and fairy-tale landscapes lined the borders.

The art of biography seems to have fallen on evil times in England…. With us, the most delicate and humane of all the branches of the art of writing has been relegated to the journeymen of letters; we do not reflect that it is perhaps as difficult to write a good life as to live one.

We fought for equality for all, for women too. For freethinking, fighting the lies of church and state, for what Nat called the Republic of Letters. That was what we believed in twenty years ago. But now, seems like all that has gone. It's church and Sunday best, and votes for men." "What

We are the nation of dreams. We are seers. We are wizards. We speak in visions. Our letters are like flocks of doves, released from under our hats. We have only to stretch out our hand and desire, and what we wish for settles like a kerchief in our palm. We are a race of sorcerers, enchanters. We are Atlantis. We are the wizard-isle of Mu.