#letter

When I think of the library of Alexandria and of the fact that, although it burnt down, people continue to sort the letters of the alphabet according to that tradition, then that makes certain expressions of modernity, even of interventions on the textual level, possible. ↗

— Alexander Kluge

#alexandria #alphabet #although #burnt #certain

I get letters every year from women who think Valentine's Day is an empty exercise, but are ironically pretty exercised when their boyfriends neglect or forget it. ↗

— Dan Savage

#empty #every #exercise #exercised #forget

I have owed you this letter for a very long time-but my fingers have avoided the pencil as though it were an old and poisoned tool. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#fingers #i #letter #long #long time

Only a fool permits the letter of the law to override the spirit in the heart. Do not let a piece of paper stand in the way of true love and headlines. ↗

— Rod Stewart

#headlines #heart #law #letter #love

Journalism's ultimate purpose is to inform the reader, to bring him each day a letter from home and never to permit the serving of special interests. ↗

— Arthur Ochs Sulzberger

#day #each #him #home #inform

After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. ↗

— Jean Cocteau

#death #his #journal #letter #like

The letters from jail are always disconcerting. ↗

— Eliza Dushku

#disconcerting #jail #letters

Out all of these zillions of letters, one of the first ones that came was, as it turned out from Johnny Carson within the last five or six weeks of his life. I had worked with him. He lost a son who had worked for me. ↗

— Dick Ebersol

#carson #first #five #had #him

Isobel, this was the only way I knew how to reach you. After tonight it will all go away. I never meant for you to be pulled into any of this-ever. Please believe that. Somehow I've lost control of everything. I only wish I could see you again. I wish I could tell you everything that I couldn't before. Most of all, I wish there was a way we could start over. Whatever happens now, please believe that I didn't mean for it to end this way. Yours always. - V ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#love

First Lieutenant Jimmy Cross carried letters from a girl named Martha, a junior at Mount Sebastian College in New Jersey. They were not love letters, but Lieutenant Cross was hoping, so he kept them folded in plastic at the bottom of his rusack. In the late afternoon, after a day's march, he would dig his foxhole, wash his hands under a canteen, unwrap the letters, hold them with the tips of his fingers, and spend the last hour of light pretending. ↗

— Tim O'Brien

#love #war #love