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Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.

Betty MacDonald

Dare we face the question of just how much of the darkness around us is of our own making?
BETTY MACDONALD

Darkness Faces Trouble
There’s nothing as cozy as a piece of candy and a book.
BETTY MACDONALD

Book Cozy Pieces
In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty all the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest.
BETTY MACDONALD

Country Guilty Sunday
a grudge will soon rot the pocket you carry it in.
BETTY MACDONALD

Bitterness Pocket Resentment
Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.
BETTY MACDONALD

Dirty Snow Sorrow
I am neither Christian enough nor charitable enough to like anybody just because he is alive and breathing. I want people to interest or amuse me. I want them fascinating and witty or so dul as to be different.
BETTY MACDONALD

Breathing Christian Different Interested Witty
I’ll do it because I want to but not because you tell me to!
BETTY MACDONALD

Discuss Tell Want
I want them either intellectually stimulating or wonderfully corny; perfectly charming or hundred percent stinker.
BETTY MACDONALD

Charming Intellectual Percent Perfectly Stinker
I like my chosen companions to be distinguishable from the undulating masses and I don’t care how.
BETTY MACDONALD

Care Chosen Companion Masses
In the country, weather is as important as food and sometimes means the difference between life and death.
BETTY MACDONALD

Country Mean Weather
Almost anybody would rather be known for expert shoe-tying than for kicking the cat.” She always tells whiners how charming they are–bullies how brave–bad sports how good–sneaks how honest!
BETTY MACDONALD

Anybody Brave Charming Expert Kicking Rather Sports
The coffee was so strong it snarled as it lurched out of the pot.
BETTY MACDONALD

Coffee Pot Strong

Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.

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