I had refused Emerson’s well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his efforts would be confined to moving the furniture to the wrong places and demanding how much longer the process would take.
BARBARA MERTZWhen one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one’s footing.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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Husbands do not care to be contradicted. Indeed, I do not know anyone who does.
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I would never have supposed that inexperienced girl was capable of such cold-blooded, calculating manipulation!
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Loving someone condemns you to a lifetime of fear. You become painfully conscious of how fragile people are – bundles of brittle bones and vulnerable flesh, breeding grounds for billions of deadly germs and horrible diseases.
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The approval of a cat cannot but flatter the recipient.
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When one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one’s footing.
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Cats always made up to the people who hated them the most. Depending on how you chose to look at it, it was a touching manifestation of trust, or a malicious pleasure in human discomfort.
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Sometimes the characters develop almost without your knowing it. You find them doing things you hadn’t planned on, and then I have to go back to page 42 and fix things. I’m not recommending it as a way to write. It’s very sloppy, but it works for me.
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there is nothing like a garden to rest the soul.
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Getting an idea for a book is not the problem, but you need 300 ideas – an idea a page.
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Your trousers are on fire. I would have told you, but you so dislike advice.
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A fondness for martyrdom, especially of the verbal variety, is common to the young.
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I do not scruple to employ mendacity and a fictitious appearance of female incompetence when the occasion demands it.
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I can do a book in three months if I spend all day, seven days a week at it and, in fact, I work better that way.
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He hesitated for a moment. Then he said softly, “I love you, Mother.” He took my hand and kissed it, and folded my fingers round the stem of the rose. He had stripped it of its thorns.
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Nothing looks as self-satisfied as a contented cat.
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