Words were the only net to catch a mood, the only sure weapon against oblivion. – Jan Struther, Mrs. Miniver, 1930s Category: Writing
An incurable itch for scribbling takes possession of many, and grows inveterate in their insane breasts. – Juvenal, Satires Category: Writing
The writer writes in order to teach himself, to understand himself, to satisfy himself; the publishing of his ideas, though it brings gratification, is a curious anticlimax. – Alfred Kazin, Think, February 1963 Category: Writing
Books want to be born: I never make them. They come to me and insist on being written, and on being such and such. – Samuel Butler Category: Writing
The garden is a love song, a duet between a human being and Mother Nature. – Jeff Cox Category: Gardens
Consensus is what many people say in chorus but do not believe as individuals. – Abba Eban Category: Agreement
