18 Letter Sayings

#1. A letter Lewis wrote reveals an 18-year-old with the energy of a schoolboy and the tastes of an octogenarian.

Philip Zaleski

#2. You can't start worrying about what's going to happen. You get spastic enough worrying about what's happening now.

Lauren Bacall

#3. As I get older, my sense of humor is my biggest asset.

David Alan Grier

#4. We writers are a crazy group. I can't think of any other profession where the actual work is deep within, uncomfortable, and wanting out.

C.J. Heck

#5. I'm allergic to rocks hitting me in the face.

Mike Rowe

#6. At this moment is a rare thing because only sometimes do I step with both feet on the land of the present; usually one foot slides toward the past, the other slides toward the future. And I end up with nothing.

Clarice Lispector

#7. Finally, cooking is good citizenship. It's the only way to get serious about putting locally raised foods into your diet, which keeps farmlands healthy and grocery money in the neighborhood.

Barbara Kingsolver

#8. Is it possible to be happy before anything happens, before one's desires are gratified, in spite of life's difficulties, in the very midst of physical pain, old age, disease, and death?

Sam Harris

#9. I was so mad at my agent. I had polished and polished and polished [the play], and he referred to it as a draft. I wrote him a bitter letter: How can you call this a draft? I don't do drafts! By now I've done 18, and its turning, in the rehearsal room, into a 19th.

Cynthia Ozick

#10. I write to empty my mind and to fill my heart.

Paulo Coelho

#11. I've got an hour before I need to be back at the station. I'll have fucked you three different ways by then.

Tessa Bailey

#12. I do still get the odd fan letter about The Good Life, clearly written by somebody aged 18, who says: Will you send a photograph? And I think: Maybe it's kinder not to. I'm deeply into my 50s now.

Felicity Kendal

#13. The only work I did for the next five years after splitting from Vincent was work I'd already lined up.

Greta Scacchi

#14. O yellow eye,
let me be sick with your heat,
let me be feverish and frowning.

Anne Sexton

#15. Never let society to turn you into a grain of sand on the beach! Be different, be individual! Refuse to look alike with others! Leave your herd, only then you will have a real name and till then your name will remain as a grain of sand!

Mehmet Murat Ildan