A straw vote only shows which way the hot air blows.
O. HENRYWhenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.
More O. Henry Quotes
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History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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It was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are.
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If you can’t write a story that pleases yourself, you will never please the public. But in writing the story forget the public.
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What else can you expect from a town thats shut off from the world by the ocean on one side and New Jersey on the other?
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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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It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.
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When I see a shipwreck, I like to know what caused the disaster. I learned nothing but the glow that wrapped her face when the soup came. That’s the story.
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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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Bride knoweth bride at the glance of an eye. And between them swiftly passes comfort and meaning in a language that man and widows wot not of.
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It gives men courage and ambition and the nerve for anything. It has the colour of gold, is clear as a glass and shines after dark as if the sunshine were still in it.
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It’s said that love makes the world go around. Let me tell you, the announcement lacks verification. It’s the wind from the dinner horn that does it.
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This fair but pitiless city of Manhattan was without a soul its inhabitants were manikins moved by wires and springs.
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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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It ain’t the roads we take; it’s what’s inside of us that makes us turn out the way we do.
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She plucked from my lapel the invisible strand of lint (the universal act of woman to proclaim ownership).
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