Freebies By Mail Quotes & Sayings

I'm never going to complain about receiving free early copies of books, because clearly there's nothing to complain about, but it does introduce a rogue element into one's otherwise carefully plotted reading schedule ...
Being a reader is sort of like being president, except reading involves fewer state dinners, usually. You have this agenda you want to get through, but you get distracted by life events, e.g., books arriving in the mail/World War III, and you are temporarly deflected from your chosen path. — Nick Hornby

Saying someone is ugly doesn't make you any prettier. — John Spence

You know, Minister, I disagree with Dumbledore on many counts ... but you cannot deny he's got style ... — J.K. Rowling

I'm grateful for a lot of things. One is not being a drunk wreck. Or losing all four limbs in some ridiculous East Village bus accident that I was so destined for. — Augusten Burroughs

Who do you see
when you look at them?
You know the ones I mean:

the others, the olders,
the youngers, the ones
who are not you, not

like you or your friends,
who wear the labels
you give them until

they give them back,
saying, I believe these
belong to you. — James Howe

In spirit, I believe we must have met. You no doubt were, at that hour, in unconscious sleep, Jane: perhaps your soul wandered from its cell to comfort mine. — Charlotte Bronte

The water in the drains below the cobbles muttered. — Natasha Pulley

Dieting is our last tie with asceticism. — Mason Cooley

Once there was a time
when I had jock itch .
It itchedbad. Then it
turned to acne. I chose
Stridex.
'Pig's Valve' - Mariah Carey: The Early Poems — Mariah Carey

The gods plant reason in mankind, of all good gifts the highest. — Sophocles

To be conformed to this world is to risk the loss of one's eternal soul. — R.C. Sproul

But there I was, surrendering to a most extraordinary call from the grave, the mass-grave-to-be of Europe, as if somewhere ahead lay an iron gateway, slightly ajar, leading to a low and sombre country, with an incalculable crowd on sides eager to pass into it, and bearing me along. — Thomas Pynchon