That’s what literature is. It’s the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!
And every place and time an author writes about is imaginary, from Oz to Raymond Chandler’s L.A. to Dickens’s London.
Come here, cat. You wouldn’t want to destroy the space-time continuum, would you? Meow. Meow.
Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?
What’s Management up to?” I whispered to Bennett.”My guess is a new acronym,” he whispered. “Departmental Unification Management Business.” He wrote down the ltters on his legal pad. “D.U.M.B.
It is the end of the world. Surely you could be allowed a few carnal thoughts.
It was about a girl who helps an ugly old woman who turns out to be a good fairy in disguise. Inner values versus shallow appearances.
To do something for someone or something you loved- England or Shakespeare or a dog or the Hodbins or history- wasn’t a sacrifice at all. Even if it cost you your freedom, your life, your youth.
Cats, as you know, are quite impervious to threats.
It was the Communists, it was the Mexicans, it was the government. And the only people who acknowledged their guilt weren’t guilty at all.
Management cares about only one thing. Paperwork. They will forgive almost anything else – cost overruns, gross incompetence, criminal indictments – as long as the paperwork’s filled out properly. And in on time.
Management is proving beyond a shadow of a doubt they don’t have enough to do,” she murmured back. “So they’ve invented a new acronym.
That’s what the movies do. They don’t entertain us, they don’t send the message: ‘We care.’ They give us lines to say, they assign us parts: John Wayne, Theda Bara, Shirley Temple, take your pick.
One of the nastier trends in library management in recent years is the notion that libraries should be ‘responsive to their patrons’.