QUOTATIONS
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There he is: the brother. Image of him. Haunting face. Now that’s a coincidence. Course hundreds of times you think of a person and don’t meet him. Like a man walking in his sleep. No-one knows him. Must be a corporation meeting today. They say he never put on the city marshal’s uniform since he… Read more
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“When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross.” ~ Sinclair Lewis Read more
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It is not something I am necessarily proud of but, I am a big fan of John Wayne movies. I suppose you could call them a “guilty pleasure.” Today I am highlighting some of the best quotes from John Wayne movies. Beginning with my all-time favorite Duke quote from his last film, The Shootist. If I… Read more
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A summer rain. A gentle steady rain, long a-gathering, without thunder or lightning,—such as we have not, and, methinks, could not have had, earlier than this. I pick raspberries dripping with rain beyond Sleepy Hollow. This weather is rather favorable to thought. On all sides is heard a gentle dripping of the rain on the… Read more
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He put on a pot of coffee, started the Great Fugue on the phonograph, and took a shower. He was very quick about it, for he was dressed in clean clothes and was having his cup of coffee before the music was completed. He looked out through the window at the lot and up at… Read more
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Bathing is an undescribed luxury. To feel the wind blow on your body, the water flow on you and lave you, is a rare physical enjoyment this hot day. The water is remarkably warm here, especially in the shallows,—warm to the hand, like that which has stood long in a kettle over a fire. The… Read more
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Mayor Orden looked at his watch and when Joseph came in, carrying a small cup of black coffee, he took it absent-mindedly. “Thank you,” he said, and he sipped it. “I should be clear,” he said apologetically to Doctor Winter. “I should be—do you know how many men the invader has?” “Not many,” the doctor… Read more
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A writer who does not speak out of a full experience uses torpid words, wooden or lifeless words, such words as “humanitary,” which have a paralysis in their tails. Thoreau, Henry David. The Journal of Henry David Thoreau, 1837-1861 Read more
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He started a fire with some chunks of pine he got with the ax from a stump. Over the fire he stuck a wire grill, pushing the tour legs down into the ground with his boot. Nick put the frying pan and a can of spaghetti on the grill over the flames. He was hungrier. The… Read more
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For a brief period early in my life, I preached a Sunday sermon. When I left that vocation behind, I could not imagine ever wanting to write a “sermon” again. The current times have changed all that. In the face of Post-Truth, Donald Trump, FoxNews, and the intentional de-semination of un-Truth, the best defense we have to redeem ourselves… Read more
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