I don’t function well
I don’t function well in chaos, whether it be my sheets or the dishwasher. Gabrielle Union
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I don’t function well in chaos, whether it be my sheets or the dishwasher. Gabrielle Union
I have lived carefully, sheltered myself from the cold winds, eaten moderately of what was in season, drunk fine claret, slept in my own sheets; I shall live long. Evelyn Waugh
Morning is a new sheet of paper for you to write on. Eve Merriam
And she loved a man who was made out of nothing. A few hours without him and right away she’d be missing him with her whole body, sitting in her office surrounded by polyethylene and concrete and thinking of him. And every time she’d boil water for coffee in her ground-floor office, she’d let the … Read more
I am opposed to writing about the private lives of living authors and psychoanalyzing them while they are alive. Criticism is getting all mixed up with a combination of the Junior FBI-men, discards from Freud and Jung and a sort of Columnist peep-hole and missing laundry list school. … Every young English professor sees gold … Read more
You know that fiction, prose rather, is possibly the roughest trade of all in writing. You do not have the reference, the old important reference. You have the sheet of blank paper, the pencil, and the obligation to invent truer than things can be true. You have to take what is not palpable and make … Read more
Cat lovers can readily be identified. Their clothes always look old and well used. Their sheets look like bath towels, and their bath towels look like a collection of knitting mistakes. Eric Gurney
When I was a kid, I slept on rubber sheets, but now, I’m a man. And I can take the wetness! Emo Philips
I envied women with signature hair-dos, signature perfumes, signature sign-offs. Novelists who tell Vogue Magazine: “I can’t live without my Smythson notebook, Pomegranate Noir cologne by Jo Malone and Frette sheets”. In the grip of madness, materialism begins to look like an admirable belief system. Emma Forrest
I don’t speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I’m not a real person, I’m a ghost trapped in a beat Eminem