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I asked Dee Dee to stop at a bar. One of hers. The bartender knew her.
"This," she told me as we entered, "is where a lot of script writers hang out."
I disliked them all immediately, sitting around acting clever and superior. They nullified each other. The worst thing for a writer is to know another writer, and worse than that, to know a number of other writers. Like flies on the same turd.

I love a good reveal especially when you don't see it coming

Each time that Sahuset uttered a word, one of the crocodiles hanging from his ceiling stirred.

"Won't you wish me luck?"
"No."
"Why that?"
"Because it's not lucky," declared Kirsty. "Don't forget to say your prayers, and may Himself look after you."

We should sometimes try to look upon our possessions in the light in which they would appear if we had lost them. ~Schopenhauer

When that renowned Pittacus, whose fame for bravery and for wisdom and justice was great, was entertaining some guests, his wife entered in a rage and upset the table; his guests were dismayed, but Pittacus said, "Every one of us has some trouble. He that has only mine is doing very well indeed."

Why wait until there is nothing left for you to crave? That time will never come. We say that there is a succession of causes from which fate is put together. There is likewise a succession of desires: one is born from the end of another. ~Seneca

"He didn't live as long as he might have." And some books contain few lines, but are admirable and useful in spite of their size. Then there are the Annals of Tanusius--you know how ponderous the book is, and what people say about it. The long life of a certain sort of person is like that--a kind of Annals of Tanusius! ~Seneca

When you see someone groveling before another man, or flattering him contrary to his own opinion, you can confidently say he is not free. People who do these things for petty ends you can call petty slaves, while those who do them for grand purposes can be called mega slaves, as they deserve. ~Epictetus

'Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.'

'...No wonder you have the look of another world. I marvelled where you had got that sort of face. When you came on me in Hay Lane last night, I thought unaccountably of fairy tales and had half a mind to demand whether you had bewitched my horse. I am not sure yet....'

I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination; but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor could have sympathy with anything in me, and should have shunned them as one would fire, lightning, or anything else that is bright but antipathetic.

It was a chilly night; I covered my shoulders with a shawl, and then I proceeded to think again with all my might.

Mrs Reed might be at that time some six or seven and thirty...

'Because misery, and death, and nothing that God or satan could inflict would have parted us, you of your own will did it. I have not broken your heart - you have broken it - and in breaking it, you have broken mine. So much the worse for me, that I am strong. Do I want to live? What kind of living will it be when you - oh God! would you like to live with your soul in the grave?'

'Tell her what Heathcliff is - an unreclaimed creature, without refinement - without cultivation; an arid wilderness of furze and whinstone. I'd as soon put the little canary into the park on a winter's day as recommend you to bestow your heart on him!'

'I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.'

...imma skip the repulsive ending tho

'I hardly spoke a word, Ellen, and there he has gone out twice, crying. Well, say I promise I won't speak; but that does not bind me not to laugh at him!'

'Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves'

Lockwood's a doof haha

'Here is the consequence of being buried alive: she has thrown herself away upon that boor, from sheer ignorance that better individuals existed! A sad pity - I must beware how I cause her to regret her choice.'

I have a problem believing myself.
I am no different now
than I was in the tiny rooms of
starvation and madness.
the only difference
is that I am
older.
and I drink better
wine.
all the rest is
nonsense,
the luck of the
draw.

a life can change in a tenth of
a second.
or sometimes it can take
70
years.