V.S. Pritchett (1900–1997) British writer and critic
Quoted in " How Did I Do That? http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/12/06/specials/pritchett-complete.html" by Deborah Stead, in The New York Times (24 March 1991)
"The Soldier" (1914)
V.S. Pritchett (1900–1997) British writer and critic
Quoted in " How Did I Do That? http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/12/06/specials/pritchett-complete.html" by Deborah Stead, in The New York Times (24 March 1991)
“You might get lucky and die in some corner.
~Soi Fon”
Tite Kubo (1977) Japanese manga artist
Alex Salmond (1954) Scottish National Party politician and former First Minister of Scotland
Speech in Carlisle. http://www.newstatesman.com/politics/2014/04/alex-salmonds-st-georges-day-speech-full-text (23 April 2014)
Kurt Vonnegut (1922–2007) American writer
As quoted in "Vonnegut's Blues For America" Sunday Herald (7 January 2006)
Various interviews
“If people should ever start to do only what is necessary millions would die of hunger.”
Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742–1799) German scientist, satirist
C 54
Variant translation: If all mankind were suddenly to practice honesty, many thousands of people would be sure to starve.
Aphorisms (1765-1799), Notebook C (1772-1773)
“I don't think you ever die on Buffy.”
Amber Benson (1977) actress from the United States
Chat at BBC-CULT December 19, 2002 http://www.dykesvision.com/en/interviews/alyamber_new.html
Ilana Mercer South African writer
“Putin Saves Us From Ourselves,” http://www.ilanamercer.com/phprunner/public_article_list_view.php?editid1=644 WorldNetDaily.com, March 23, 2012. <br class="br">2010s, 2012
Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus
The monster to Robert Walton
Frankenstein (1818)
Context: Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer and heard the rustling of the leaves and the warbling of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation. Polluted by crimes and torn by the bitterest remorse, where can I find rest but in death?
“I don't want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.”
Henry James (1843–1916) American novelist, short story author, and literary critic