Some American writers who have known each other for years have never met in the daytime or when both were sober.
James ThurberHuman Dignity has gleamed only now and then and here and there, in lonely splendor, throughout the ages, a hope of the better men, never an achievement of the majority.
James ThurberWith sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.
James ThurberMy grandmother lived the latter years of her life in the horrible suspicion that electricity was dripping invisibly all over the house. It leaked, she contended, out of empty sockets if the wall switch had been left on. She would go around screwing in bulbs, and if they lighted up, she would fearfully turn off the wall switch and go back to her Pearson's or Everybody's, happy in the satisfaction that she had stopped not only a costly but dangerous leakage. nothing could ever clear this up for her.
James Thurber