Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Hamlet by William Shakespeare

"It is not nor it cannot come to good.
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue."

"A violet in the youth of primy nature,
Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting,
The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
No more."

"Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice"

Red Wind by Raymond Chandler

"I sipped my drink. I like an effect as well as the next fellow. Her eyes ate me."

"She wasn't beautiful, she wasn't even pretty, but she looked as if things would happen where she was."

Read it here