The chairs - turned towards one another in groups of twos and threes - seemed like the seats of ghosts in close conversation with one another. There were sets of two chairs - very close to one another - in the far corners of the room, which spoke of recent whispered flirtations, over cold game pie and iced champagne; there were sets of three and four chairs, that recalled pleasant animated discussions over the latest scandals; there were chairs straight up in a row that still looked starchy, critical, acid, like antiquated dowagers; there were a few isolated, single chairs, close to the table, that spoke of gourmands intent on the most recherche dishes, and others overturned on the floor, that spoke volumes on the subject of my Lord Grenville's cellars. Emmuska Orczy
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
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P.g. Wodehouse
This work was strictly voluntary, but any animal who absented himself from it would have his rations reduced by half.
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George Orwell
The universe is a million billion light-years wide, and every inch of it would kill you if you went there. This is the position of the universe with regards to human life.
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Martin Amis
I know all those words, but that sentence makes no sense to me.
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Matt Groening
Quotation, n: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another.
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Ambrose Bierce
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