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I think we rarely recognize the fifth business in our lives at the time those people are changing us. — Stephen King

'Big business' was a bad phrase in India. To be accused of being big business was the worst accusation you could make. All that has gone now. The whole mindset has changed. — P. Chidambaram

The writer must not invent. The legend on the license must read: NONE OF THIS WAS MADE UP. — John Hersey

It's a common mistake for vacationing Americans to assume that everyone around them is French and therefore speaks no English whatsoever. [ ... ] An experienced traveler could have told by looking at my shoes that I wasn't French. And even if I were French, it's not as if English is some mysterious tribal dialect spoken only by anthropologists and a small population of cannibals. — David Sedaris

the first place you go blind is in the eyes — Ian C. Smith

For me mindfulness is like building a house, so the next time the tsunami that is depression comes I'll have a structure in place to resist it. — Ruby Wax

Happiness is, in truth, a very cheap thing, when the heart will be contented to traffic with nature - art has quite a different price. — Sarah Josepha Hale

Master Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply, that he burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly terminated in his premature suffocation. — Charles Dickens

She hates me and you hate me, but you all love Harry. Nobody loves me. — Arnold Rothstein

At Sequoia, we have opened offices in China and India, and we have made a handful of investments in Latin America/Brazil. — Roelof Botha

All my life I'm trying to go forward and trying to grow. — Charles Lloyd

I turned in my seat. Will's face was in shadow and I couldn't quite make it out.
'Just hold on. Just for a minute.'
'Are you all right?' I found my gaze dropping towards his chair, afraid some part of him was pinched, or trapped, that I had got something wrong.
'I'm fine. I just . . . '
I could see his pale collar, his dark suit jacket a contrast against it.
'I don't want to go in just yet. I just want to sit and not have to think about . . . ' He swallowed.
Even in the half-dark it seemed effortful.
'I just . . . want to be a man who has been to a concert with a girl in a red dress. Just for a few minutes more.'
I released the door handle.
'Sure.'
I closed my eyes and lay my head against the headrest, and we sat there together for a while longer, two people lost in remembered music, half hidden in the shadow of a castle on a moonlit hill. — Jojo Moyes