Kitty

“It was unreal, grotesquely unreal, that morning skies which dawned so tenderly blue could be profaned with cannon smoke that hung over the town like low thunder clouds, that warm noontides filled with the piercing sweetness of massed honeysuckle and climbing roses could be so fearful, as shells screamed into the streets, bursting like the crack of doom, throwing iron splinters hundreds of yards, blowing people and animals to bits.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“You don't put your life into your books, you find it there.”
― Alan Bennett, The Uncommon Reader

“Profanity is the effort of a feeble brain to express itself forcibly.”
― Spencer W. Kimball