No pen, no ink, no table, no room, no time, no quiet, no inclination.
James Joyce (1882–1941) Letter, 7 Dec. 1906, to Joyce’s brother, written from Rome in a state of disillusion (published in Letters of James Joyce, vol. 2, 1966).
I don't know when pepper mills in a restaurant got to be right behind frankincense and myrrh in prominence. It used to be in a little jar that sat next to the salt on the table and everyone passed it around, sneezed, and it was no big deal.
Erma Bombeck
Found in someones front lawn-- Fullerton California
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