Dorothy ParkerThere's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
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The idea of life for us is to enjoy our days to their fullest, and it is even more important to try to make the best of what we have. When we daydream about something better, there's life for you. Your daydreams are just that, but they can give you an idea of what you should be doing with your time. I think that the person who steals your pencil is referring to how our time can sometimes get stolen from us, especially when we are young and unwise.
Source: The Portable Dorothy Parker
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