You are like my morning tea. You keep me wide awake when you are around.

If something in your writing gives support to people in their lives, that&#39;s more than just entertainment-which is what we writers all struggle to do, to touch people.

When I beat him at his own game he cried fowl. 
There's no difference between the way a man dies and the way animals die. All are going back to the ground.

But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.

Written By George Eliot

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