Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers’ gardens. – Douglas Jerrold
Dress it as we may, feather it, daub it with gold, huzza it, and sing swaggering songs about it, what is war, nine times out of ten, but murder in uniform? – Douglas Jerrold
A blessed companion is a book, — a book that, fitly chosen, is a lifelong friend,… a book that, at a touch, pours its heart into our own. – Douglas Jerrold
When I hit a block, regardless of what I am writing, what the subject matter is, or whats going on in the plot, I go back and I read Pablo Nerudas poetry. I dont actually speak Spanish, so I read it translation. But I always go back to Neruda. I dont know why, but it calms me, calms my brain. – Tea Obreht