In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
O. HENRYMost wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.
More O. Henry Quotes
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Each of us, when our day’s work is done, must seek our ideal, whether it be love or pinochle or lobster à la Newburg, or the sweet silence of the musty bookshelves.
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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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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’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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I’ve got some of my best yarns from park benches, lamp posts and newspaper stands.
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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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Write what you like; there is no other rule.
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Fortune is a prize to be won. Adventure is the road to it. Chance is what may lurk in the shadows at the roadside.
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Whenever he saw a dollar in another man’s hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn’t take it any other way.
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It’ll be a great place if they ever finish it.
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There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.
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Be always decent and right in your home town; and when you’re on the road, never take more than four glasses of beer a day or play higher than a twenty-five-cent limit.
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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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He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
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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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