You just go until you come to a closed door. And you say "Open Sesame!" and there you are.
Any piece of furniture, I don't care how beautiful it is, has got to be lived with, and kicked about, and rubbed down, and mistreated..., and repolished, and knocked around and dusted and sat on or slept in or eaten off of before it develops its real character," Selina said.
There are only two kinds of people in the world that really count. One kind's wheat and the other kind's emeralds.
About mistakes it's funny. You've got to make your own; and not only that, if you try to keep people from making theirs, they get mad.
Sweat and blood and health and youth go into every cabbage. Did you know that, Julie? One doesn't despise them as food, knowing that.
He said that the war had disillusioned him. It was a word you often heard uttered as a reason or an excuse for abandoning the normal. "Disillusioned."
But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.