I was mentally, emotionally and verbally abused by my father as far back as I can remember until I left home at the age of eighteen
There is a certain degree of steampunkishness that creeps into my books.
Her majesty is one verb short of a sentence.
Sorry," [Hamlet] said, rubbing his temples. "I don't know what came over me. All of a sudden I had this overwhelming desire to talk for a very long time without actually doing anything.
Dead. Never been that before. Not even once.
Death, I had discovered long ago, was available in varying flavors, and none of them particularly palatable.
Apart from the faint odor of ink that pervaded the scene, it might have been real.
[On leaving the U. S. for Italy:] I ought to be accomplishing thrice as much as now, and feel that I am soul-bound and thought-bound in this land of dollars and cents.
The security and happiness of all minority groups in South Africa depend on the Afrikaner. Whether they are English- or German- or Portuguese- or Italian-speaking, or even Jewish-speaking, makes no difference.
I've not been able to avoid periods of time where I felt super-lonely. Luckily, I have a side that is able to always see the glass as half-full.
Most works of art are, necessarily, bad. . . ; one suffers through the many for the few.