#letters

The art of letters will come to an end before A.D. 2000. I shall survive as a curiosity. ↗

— Ezra Pound

#before #come #curiosity #end #i

Today I bought a small Frosty. This may not seem significant, but the fact is: I'm lactose intolerant. Purchasing a small Frosty, then, is no different than hiring someone to beat me. No different in essence. The only difference, which may or may not be essential, is that, during my torture, I am gazing upon your beautiful employees. ↗

— Joe Wenderoth

#letters #letters-to-wendy-s #wendy-s-restaurant #beauty

It gave me a queer feeling. Yesterday or the day before, while I had been going about my business, quietly and in private, some unknown person ― some stranger ― had gone to the trouble of marking my name on this envelope. ↗

— Diane Setterfield

#letters #business

(S)uccessful people, no matter how busy, seem to make time to write letters. ↗

— Mark Demoss

#business

You want to know, companions of my youth, How much has changed the wild but shy young poet Forever writing last poem after last poem; You hear he’s dark as earth, barefoot, A turban round his head, a bolo at his side, His ballpen blown up to a long-barreled gun: Deeper still the struggling change inside. ↗

— Emmanuel F. Lacaba

#change

I’m bored to death. Perhaps I should pillage one of my neighbors for my own amusement. It seems to work for Drowden. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#council #katsa #letters #nander #po

Freedom of opinion! Where is it? I see a press more mean and paltry and silly and disgraceful than any country ever knew, - if that be its standard, here it is. ... I speak of Miss Martineau, and all parties... shower down upon her a perfect cataract of abuse. "But what has she done? Surely she praised America enough!" - "Yes, but she told us of some of our faults, and Americans can't bear to be told of their faults. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#letters #press-standards #us #freedom

There is an unknown land full of strange flowers and subtle perfumes, a land of which it is joy of all joys to dream, a land where all things are perfect and poisonous. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#dreams

A letter is always better than a phone call. People write things in letters they would never say in person. They permit themselves to write down feelings and observations using emotional syntax far more intimate and powerful than speech will allow. ↗

— Alice Steinbach

#writing #education

My education was neglected, yet I was passionately fond of reading. ↗

— Mary Shelley

#letters #reading #education