I’ve written some love letters in my life, I can say.
Experiences are like hoarded gold. Whenever I dole out a piece of my private suffering, that is when I get letters from all over the world.
I have a hard time expressing myself when I’m emotional, so my family has done this forever. We write each other letters if we’re fighting or whatever. And my dad’s a writer, but we write each other letters because we feel that it’s easier to get out what you’re truly saying if you write it down.
All forms of contact are good: letters, parcels, e-mails – I’ve been trying to get a Webcam for my computer, but I’m such a Luddite.
Always write angry letters to your enemies. Never mail them.
Letters are like wine; if they are sound they ripen with keeping. A man should lay down letters as he does a cellar of wine.
More than kisses, letters mingle souls.
The only way a ventriloquist speaks differently is that he forgoes using his or her lips, and learns to reproduce sounds using the tongue, upper palate, and teeth only. Those ‘difficult’ letters are B, F, M, P, V, W, and Y.
There are all kinds of letters and protests that come from, not surprisingly, Japanese fishermen, the fishermen’s wives; there are student groups, all different types of people; the protest against the Americans’ use of the Pacific for nuclear testing.
I receive about 10,000 letters a year from readers, and in the first year after a book is published, perhaps 5,000 letters will deal specifically with that piece of work.
I believe the core of most of us women is very simple. We want to feel appreciated, acknowledged, and something as simple as flowers with a little note or some love letters goes a long way.
If I keep getting letters or if I keep getting messages from people who are still taking strength from my story, who are still finding it difficult and struggling, then you know what, then I’ll keep doing what I do.
I grew up in Stoneham, a little suburb of Boston. It’s pronounced ‘Stone ’em’ because Massachusetts doesn’t bend to the will of ‘how letters are supposed to be said.’
Bierce radiates brilliancy, and perhaps no other man of letters ever had a more ready command of condensed expression. For him, each word has its unique place in the peerage of words, and he would not use a word out of place any sooner than he would thrust an ape into a captain’s saddle.
My husband wrote me love letters while I was on location in Canada and pregnant. They turned into being about food, and it turned it into a cookbook. He called it ‘The Tuscan Cookbook for the Pregnant Male.’ It was kind of genius. When I took it a book agent, he was like, ‘Men don’t buy cookbooks.’
I get letters from people saying one of the things they like best about what I’ve done since ‘Bewitched’ is that they never know what I’m going to do next.
I’m fascinated by the idea that genetics is digital. A gene is a long sequence of coded letters, like computer information. Modern biology is becoming very much a branch of information technology.
I will never understand people who think that the way to show their righteous opposition to sexual freedom is to write letters full of filthy words.
We rent one in three tuxedos in the U.S. and Canada, and if we make a mistake, our employees will deliver to the customer’s home, office, or wedding. We get a couple hundred letters a week praising the service in our stores.
Chekhov was capable of casually tossing off deplorable comments in his letters, combined with a very modern anger against anti-Semitism.
A woman’s best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
I like writing letters and receiving letters. It’s a shame that we’ve lost the art of letter-writing and saving correspondence. I mourn that.
I’d much rather send my friends letters rather than emails.
I would call universities and community colleges and say, ‘I really want to go to college. How do I get to college? What do I do?’ And they would say, ‘You have to get an application. You have to get letters of recommendation.’ It was terrifying. I had no idea what I was doing.
The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.
I even got letters form kids in hospitals saying the music is what keeps them going, and that really touched my heart.
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 have more information than anybody’s ever had about this case. I have 7,000 letters from Aileen Wuornos and all the letters between her and her girlfriend.
Never underestimate the effect you can have on certain sections of the audience, though. You should see some of the letters I get.
Writings scatter to the winds blank checks in an insane charge. And were they not such flying leaves, there would be no purloined letters.
When I really discovered who God was and had a firm relationship with him my junior year of college, I journaled constantly. All day long. I had boxes of journals. They were really just love letters to God, just thanking him and praying out loud and telling him my desires.
