“about ten days ago I got started on a new book, and am completely, brazenly devoted to it: my hair is uncut, my letters are unwritten, the house is a shambles, and I sit here as happy as Mrs. Jellaby, though I am in 1836, not Africa. It won't go on like this, I shall fall over some obstacle, and wake out of my dreams with a black eye and broken shins: but while it does last, I daren't interrupt it. I haven't had such a spell of writing for nearly three years.” WritingYearsDoeBookDreamEyeLastsFallThreeHouseBlackHavensHairBrokenGoes OnTenLettersObstaclesSpellsThree YearsDevotedNew BooksUnwrittenBlack EyesShambles Author:Sylvia Townsend Warner
“I would ... go up to the mailbox and sit in the grass, waiting. ... Till it came to me one day there were women doing this with their lives, all over. There were women just waiting and waiting by mailboxes for one letter or another. I imagined me making this journey day after day and year after year, and my hair starting to go gray, and I thought, I was never made to go on like that. ... If there were woman all through life waiting, and women busy and not waiting, I knew which I had to be.” IfsYearsMadeWaitingJourneyHairGoes OnOne DayLettersBusyStartingGrassGrayMailboxes Author:Alice Munro
“O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.” KnowsWritingDoeHateKnow HowHairLettersI HateEmsPinsNobody KnowsPersecutedPin Up Author:William Congreve
“Mr Witwould: "Pray, madam, do you pin up your hair with all your letters? I find I must keep copies." Mrs Millamant: "Only with those in verse.... I never pin up my hair with prose."” PoetryHairPrayingLettersProseCopiesVersesPinsPin Up Author:William Congreve
“As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like, were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From the character and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above", I drew a childish conclusion that my mother was freckled and sickly.” MenFirstsLongIdeasCharacterMotherTurnsFatherBlackDarkSawsWifeHairShapesLettersPhotographConclusionOddFancySquaresTombstoneInscriptionsStoutBlack Hair Book:Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)
“Maybe the first time you saw her you were ten. She was standing in the sun scratching her legs. Or tracing letters in the dirt with a stick. Her hair was being pulled. Or she was pulling someone's hair. And a part of you was drawn to her, and a part of you resisted--wanting to ride off on your bicycle, kick a stone, remain uncomplicated. In the same breath you felt the strength of a man, and a self-pity that made you feel small and hurt. Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought: Look at me.” IfsMenFeelsFirstsLooksMadeStillsI CanSelfTurnsFeltHurtSunSawsHairPleaseTenFirst TimeStandingStonesLettersBreathsSticksLegsPityKicksDirtPullingLook At MeBicycleSelf PityTracingUncomplicatedHistory Of Love Book:The History of Love: A Novel Source: The History of Love: A Novel