Getting an idea for a book is not the problem, but you need 300 ideas – an idea a page.
BARBARA MERTZWhen one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one’s footing.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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Many persons lead lives of crushing boredom.
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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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Another dead body. Every year it is the same. Every year, another dead body.
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I never meant to marry. In my opinion, a woman born in the last half of the nineteenth century of the Christian era suffered from enough disadvantages without willfully embracing another.
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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.
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There are too many people in the world as it is, but the supply of ancient manuscripts is severely limited.
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a church ought to express the joy of religion as well as its majesty.
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Marriage, in my view, should be a balanced stalemate between equal adversaries.
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The only people who are not in awe of Emerson’s powerful voice and well-nigh superhuman strength are the members of his own family. He is aware of this, and often complains about it; so from time to time I like to put on a little show of being intimidated. ‘Proceed, my dear,’ I said apologetically.
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I have no writing habit. I work when I feel like it, and I work when I have to – mostly the latter.
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I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be the respected patriarch of an ordinary English family.” “Very boring, Emerson.
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there is nothing like a garden to rest the soul.
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I do, however, think it would be difficult to write books I don’t like to read.
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There is nothing sadder than the cheerful letters of the dead, expressing hopes that were never fulfilled, ambitions that were never achieved, dreams cut off before they could come to fruition.
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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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