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The darkness became an envelope and she the letter, seeking a destination she couldn't foresee.
The two most beautiful words in the English language are 'cheque enclosed.
I do not mourn the death of the printed letter in a snobby, East Coast, patrician way - 'Where have our manners gone?' - but because I love objects, I love paper, and I love something that I can hold to my chest for a moment. Still, I bear no grudge against the e-mail form itself.
A letter, by its arrival, defrauds us of a whole secret region of our existence, the only region indeed in which the true pleasure of life may be tasted, the region of imagination, creative and protean, the clouds and beautiful shapes of whose heaven are destroyed by the wind of reality.
A letter is a risky thing; the writer gambles on the reader's frame of mind.
The sending of a letter constitutes a magical grasp upon the future.
There is something very sensual about a letter. The physical contact of pen to paper, the time set aside to focus thoughts, the folding of the paper into the envelope, licking it closed, addressing it, a chosen stamp, and then the release of the letter to the mailbox - are all acts of tenderness.
I like to send letters. I love to receive them. I could never throw away a letter.
She sorted through the mail and held one elegant, hot-pressed envelope out to Jane. "Here is one for David. Would you prefer me to leave it here, or have it sent over to him?
this whale carries the everlasting mail!
Please follow these instructions:
1. Stack the pages of this letter neatly.
2. Roll the pages up into a cylinder.
3. Smack yourself over the head with it.
4. Repeat. You complete ass.
I get a lot of letters from people.
I believe he collects different types of stationery,' said Vetinari. 'I have sometimes speculated that he might change his life for the better should he meet a young lady willing to dress up as a manila envelope.
Do you want to hold it?' she asked, dangling the padded envelope in front of Hale with two fingers.
'No.'
'Do you want to touch it and kiss it and wear it around your neck?'
'Don't be silly,' he told her. 'Everyone knows green isn't my color.
Do as you like with me. I'm your parcel. I have only our address on me. Open me, or readdress me.
In proportion as our inward life fails, we go more constantly and desperately to the post office. You may depend on it, that the poor fellow who walks away with the greatest number of letters, proud of his extensive correspondence, has not heard from himself this long while.
Genius can write on the back of old envelopes but mere talent requires the finest stationery available.
A letter makes ordinary things seem important.
Mailbox scenes are the dramatic moments of our undramatic life.
We were the letters sent to the wrong address,
but opened anyway.
When one is writing a letter, he should think that the recipient will make it into a hanging scroll.
You ever get a postcard, you get so excited you don't even read it! "Hey I got a - who cares."
Each year's regrets are envelopes in which messages of hope are found for the New Year.
The ayatollah in Iran says he believes that he got the letter, but he thinks he accidentally threw it out with his Crate & Barrel catalog.
Payday at my house is like the Academy Awards. My wife says: May I have the envelope please.
I got a chain letter by fax. It's very simple. You just fax a dollar bill to everybody on the list.
of paper with my name and phone
A letter is the portrait of the soul ...
'You've got mail!' exclaims the cheery automaton at America Online. The flag on the mailbox icon waves invitingly on my computer screen. For a second, I'm 10 years old again, waiting for the postman's whistle to slice the stillness of an Australian afternoon.
Outbox and its inherent transient nature - is it a take on life itself ? momentary, independent, fleeting and somewhat meaningless dwelling for all creations on their way out - to sent items.
Academic envelope serves only to protect everything the story says and does not say, an inner afflatus always on the verge of being dispersed at contact with the air, the echo of a vanished knowledge revealed in the penumbra and in tacit allusions. Torn
There was no escape from the letter-writer who, a hundred or a hundred and twenty-five years ago, captured a coveted correspondent. It would have been as easy to shake off an octopus or a boa-constrictor.
Message? What the hell do you think I am, a bloody postman?
A Letter is a Joy of Earth - It is denied the Gods
Lady Kimbuck's eyes gleamed. She took the package eagerly. She never lost an opportunity of reading compromising letters. She enjoyed them as literature, and there was never any knowing when they might come in useful.
If Mom was feeling ambitious, she scribbled a small list of items beneath the word, but seeing as her handwriting is virtually illegible, we won't know what's in each box until we actually open it. Like Christmas. Except we already own everything.
It was like removing layers of crumpled brown paper from an awkwardly shaped parcel, and revealing the attractive present which it contained.
Will you kiss my envelopes before you mail them?"
"Will you give me my job back if I say yes?" He gestured towards the doorway to her old office.
"It's all yours.
Piglet opened the letter box and climbed in. Then, having untied himself, he began to squeeze into the slit, through which in the old days when front doors were front doors, many an unexpected letter than WOL had written to himself, had come slipping.
One of my first office jobs was cleaning the windows on brown envelopes.
The post office has a great charm at one point of our lives. When you have lived to my age, you will begin to think letters are never worth going through the rain for.
Sending a handwritten letter is becoming such an anomaly. It's disappearing. My mom is the only one who still writes me letters. And there's something visceral about opening a letter - I see her on the page. I see her in her handwriting.
From Matheran I mailed the notes of my failed novel. I mailed them to fictitious address.
It was like the moment before you open a present, still hidden inside its box and wrappings; while you're waiting to find out what it is, the eagerness and impatience and curiosity and anticipation grip you in an even stronger, more thrilling way than you feel after you find out what's inside.
The formulaic repetitiveness of filing and stuffing envelopes appeals to me in some fundamental life-affirming way.
It is a common saying that a letter is a dead messenger; for it can give no more than it hath. And no letter is written so exactly, that there is nothing lacking.
She wrote a long letter on a short piece of paper
Don't send me no letter, cause I can't read.
God, but he was sick of missives. Letters where what people resorted to when they didnt want to lie to your face. When they wanted to pretend they weren't ripping your heart out.
While the train racketed along, he sorted his currency into envelopes that he'd brought from home - each envelope clearly marked with a different denomination. (No fumbling with unfamiliar coins, no peering at misleading imprints, if you separate and classify foreign money ahead of time.)
I had a dream about you. I licked your cone of ice cream. It was envelope flavored.
I pushed the envelope as far as it needed to be pushed, and now it's on the floor, and people seem to want it to stay there.
It went on, this lifetime in a box, one letter after another.
A pleasant letter I hold to be the pleasantest thing that this world has to give.
The Package is the Product, onomatopoeticized
I folded the letter and carefully placed it back in its spot. Now I had to wait twenty-four hours for a response. This was so much less gratifying than texting.
Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no check to my genius from beginning to end.
I love writing letters. In order to write a novel in first person, I think I needed an addressee.
One box, and it holds a whole life of love - almost every letter Carly and I have ever exchanged. Seeing it here, all together, three big bundles of paper...is that all we were? Dying pages, fading ink?
Under the California desert and subsidized by the taxpayers' money, someone had finally invented a chain letter that really worked. A very lethal chain letter.
Black mail I suppose; an honest man paying through the nose for some of the capers of his youth. Black Mail House is what I call the place with the door, in consequence.
A letter is never ill-timed; it never interrupts. Instead it waits for us to find the opportune minute, the quiet moment to savor the message. There is an element of timelessness about letter writing ...
Unboxing is a new voyeuristic phenomenon that's erotic and technical at the same time.
Chain letters are the postal equivalent of intestinal flu: you get it and pass it along to your friends.
I've glued the letter directly into my diary, as it's so staggeringly imbecilic that any attempt to summarize its contents would make my brain leak out through my ears.
A letter allows us to travel through time.
In a similar vein the author recalls sending an email to a senior music executive in the early 2000's and getting a reply in the post, hand written on a print out of his original email.
Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in Air, 45 And view with scorn two Pages and a Chair.
I promise to share all my worldly goods-including letters, parcels and other items of correspondence, opened or unopened.
Other writers tell me about these bushel baskets delivered at the front door. If I've gotten 50 letters over the last 18 years, I'd be surprised.
But what can you say in a letter?
I can't fax you my love, I can't email my heart.
Letters are something from you. It's a different kind of intention than writing an e-mail.
Whatever is received is received according to the nature of the recipient.
Still, the novelty of any letter or package was sufficient that no one suggested opening it until the full measure of enjoyment should have been extracted from speculation about its contents.
More and more I feel like a letter - deposited here, collected there. But a letter addressed to no one.
An utter walkover with a man who can pen a pretty email
To be a recipient of a communication is to have an enlarged and changed experience.
A letter ... changes utterly the moment it slips inside an envelope. It stops being mine. It becomes yours. What I mean is gone. What you understand is all that remains.
It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence.
I shut my eyes
and see a pocket of darkness.
I want to fold myself
flat and crisp,
slip inside of it
like a sheet of paper
into an envelope.
Respondents had been so overwhelmed by their in-box they'd declared e-mail bankruptcy.
It was written in a red felt marker, and his first thought was that it was from Sarah, though it didn't look like a girl's writing. A girl would make it pretty, with kisses and smiley faces, and she would do it in colored pens and make an envelope as well.
The time is come, I fear, when I must open the parcel, and know what is written.
Although an impressive amount of business and social interaction takes place over the telephone and fax, by e-mail, or in person today, the well-written letter remains a staple of business success and one of the strongest connecting links between human beings.
so mom got the postcard today
A token of love comes in a box because love itself cannot be contained.
Letters are above all useful as a means of expressing the ideal self; and no other method of communication is quite so good for this purpose. In letters we can reform without practice, beg without humiliation, snip and shape embarrassing experiences to the measure of our own desires ...
The best way to send information is to wrap it up in a person.
Every day when I open the mail I encounter a find with a brand-new brew of story and emotion.
All around the Lady Jessica - piled in corners of the Arrakeen great hall, mounded in the open spaces - stood the packaged freight of their lives: boxes, trunks, cartons, cases - some partly unpacked.
I pulled out the manuscript [from the envelope] and a great big stiff cardboard finger sprung up. This is someone that was so certain they would be rejected, they would be getting their revenge in advance. I was lucky - it could have been a pipe bomb.
My motto is strong packaging, clear addressing.
May all your letters be received with an abundance of love.
The frankest and freest and privatest product of the human mind and heart is a love letter ...
When someone sends you an email, they are knocking on your door. And when you open the attachment, without looking through the peephole to see who it is, you just opened the door and let a stranger into your life, where everything you care about is.
Writing this letter is like putting a note in a bottle
And hoping
It will reach Japan.
Eleanor hadn't written him a letter, it was a postcard.
Just three words long. pg. 325
He produced a black plastic box with a
Most personal correspondence of today consists of letters the first half of which are given over to an indexed statement of why the writer hasn't written before, followed by one paragraph of small talk, with the remainder devoted to reasons why it is imperative that the letter be brought to a close.