Turn up the lights. I don’t want to go home in the dark.
O. HENRYIf you live in an atmosphere of luxury, luxury is yours whether your money pays for it, or another’s.
More O. Henry Quotes
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By rights you’re a king. If I was you, I’d call for a new deal.
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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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He studied cities as women study their reflections.
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History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.
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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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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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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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Whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines.
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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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A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.
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Men to whom life had appeared as a reversible coat – seamy on both sides.
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When one loves one’s Art no service seems too hard.
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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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You can’t appreciate home till you’ve left it, money till it’s spent, your wife till she’s joined a woman’s club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.
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