The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
By: Pamela Hansford Johnson
We demand that people should be true to the pictures we have of them, no matter how repulsive those pictures may be: we prefer the true portrait in all its homogeneity, to one with a detail added which refuses to fit in.
Sainthood is acceptable only in saints.
Be fond of the man who jests at his scars, if you like; but never believe he is being on the level with you.
You slam a politician, you make out hes the devil, with horns and hoofs. But his wife loves him, and so did all his mistresses.
I hated the bangs in the war: I always felt a silent war would be more tolerable.
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