I suppose a suicide who holds a pistol to his skull feels much the same wonder at what will come next as I felt then.
– HG Wells
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- Every writer is a frustrated actor who recites his lines in the hidden auditorium of his skull. – Rod Serling
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- Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who holds a low opinion of himself. – Anthony Trollope
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- Come out, come out, wherever you are… come out, come out, or you’ll end up in the tar… – Beatrice Rose Roberts
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- She needed to get out of there. Her brains, thankfully, were still safely in her skull, but her emotions were splattered on the pavement. – Francine Pascal