Miss Western: Well, unless I am deceived, my niece is desperately in love. Squire Western: In love! In love! Without my consent! I'll dis...
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We all of us waited for him to die. The family sent him a cheque every month, and hoped he'd get on with it quietly, without too much vulgar f...
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Miss Western: Tell me, child, what objections can you have to the young gentleman? Sophie: A very solid objection, in my opinion. I hate ...
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What are we hoping to get out of it, what's it all in aid of -- is it really just for the sake of a gloved hand waving at you from a golden coach?
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The whole point of a sacrifice is that you give up something you never really wanted in the first place. People are doing it around you all the time. They give up their careers, say -- or their beliefs -- or sex.
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Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamppost what it feels about dogs.
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They spend their time looking forward to the past.
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