She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
O. HENRYBroadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.
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The true adventurer goes forth aimless and uncalculating to meet and greet unknown fate.
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Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
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Broadway – the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
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There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth’s burden is lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sorrow remains the same.
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Humans were denied the speech of animals. The only common ground of communication upon which dogs and men can get together is in fiction.
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All great men have declared that they owe their sucess to the aid and encouragement of some brilliant woman.
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When a man begins to be hilarious in a sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair.
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Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
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I’ll give you the whole secret to short story writing. Here it is. Rule 1: Write stories that please yourself. There is no Rule 2.
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In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
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Now, girls, if you want to observe a young man hustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow’s grave. Young men are grave-robbers by nature.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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