Mail Quotes

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Lemony Snicket
“Strange as it may seem, I still hope for the best, even though the best, like an interesting piece of mail, so rarely arrives, and even when it does it can be lost so easily.”
Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters

Laini Taylor
“The door opened. She looked in the mirror and suppressed a curse. Slipping in behind some tourists, that winged shadow was back again. Karou rose and made for the bathroom, where she took the note that Kishmish had come to deliver.

Again it bore a single word. But this time the word was Please.
Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

Susan Lendroth
“To write is human, to receive a letter: Divine!”
Susan Lendroth

Mary E. Pearson
“Whatever you choose for your stationery is your favorite color because it's where you pour your heart out.”
Mary E. Pearson, The Miles Between

Bill Watterson
“CALVIN: Hey, I got some mail! It's a Valentine card.
HOBBES: From Susie Derkins!
CALVIN: It says "Please be my Valentine."
HOBBES: You're Susie's Valentine!
CALVIN: I'm not her Valentine just because I got this in the mail, am I? Does the Post Master General know about this?
HOBBES: Calvin and Susie, sitting in a tree-ee! Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee!
CALVIN: I don't have the KISS her, do I?! Is that what Valentines do??! Oh, gross!
HOBBES: First comes lo-ove, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!
CALVIN: This can't be happening! I need a lawyer! She can't make me be her Valentine!
HOBBES: Here she comes! Here comes Susie!
SUSIE: Hi, Calvin.
CALVIN: Get away from me! I'm not your Valentine! Take your card back! Eww! Girls! YECCHH!
SUSIE: That card wasn't for YOU, you Moron. Didn't you read the back of the envelope?
CALVIN: "Calvin, please give this to Hobbes." HOBBES?!
HOBBES: Me? Really? Hot dog! Smooch City, here I come!”
Bill Watterson, The Indispensable Calvin and Hobbes

E.A. Bucchianeri
“You know something is wrong when the government declares opening someone else’s mail is a felony but your internet activity is fair game for data collecting.”
E.A. Bucchianeri

B.J. Neblett
“A love letter lost in the mail, forgotten, miss delivered and then discovered years later and received by the intended is romantic. A love letter ending up in someone's spam filter is just annoying.”
B.J. Neblett

Nicci French
“She never opened her mail in the middle of the day. Sometimes she forgot about it for a week or more until people rang to complain. Nor did she check her answering machine messages. In fact, it had only been in the last year that she had finally bought an answering machine, and she steadfastly refused to have a mobile, to the incredulity of all those around her, who didn’t believe that people could actually function without one. But Frieda wanted to be able to escape from incessant communications and demands. She didn’t want to be at anyone’s beck and call, and she liked cutting herself off from the urgent inanities of the world. When she was on her own, she liked to be truly alone. Out of contact and adrift.”
Nicci French, Blue Monday

Grover Cleveland
“If it takes the entire army and navy to deliver a postal card in Chicago, that card will be delivered.”
Grover Cleveland

Joakim Zander
“It took him almost a half hour to write a message of only five lines. It took yet another fifteen minutes to delete whatever might be construed as ambiguity, desperation, or references to a history that he no longer had access to. Finally, he took a deep breath and hit ‘send’.”
Joakim Zander, The Swimmer

Anne Lamott
“Usually if you pray from the heart, you get an answer—the phone rings or the mail comes, and light gets in through the cracks, so you can see the next right thing to do. That’s all you need.”
Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith

Ernest Vincent Wright
“In this country, two things stand first in rank: your flag and your mail. You all know what honor you pay to your flag, but you should know, also, that your mail, — just that ordinary postal card—is also important. But a postal card, or any form of mail, is not important, in that way, until you drop it through a slot in this building, and with a stamp on it, or into a mail box outdoors. Up to that instant it is but a common card, which anybody can pick up and carry off without committing a criminal act. But as soon as it is in back of this partition, or in a mail box, a magical transformation occurs; and anybody who now should willfully purloin it, or obstruct its trip in any way, will find prison doors awaiting him. What a frail thing ordinary mail is! A baby could rip it apart, but no adult is so foolish as to do it. That small stamp which you stick on it, is, you might say, a postal official, going right along with it, having it always in his sight.”
Ernest Vincent Wright, Gadsby

Julia Quinn
“It is only that I am fascinated by the postal system. It's really quite marvelous.
He looked at her curiously, and she couldn't tell if he believed her. Luckily for her, it was the truth, even if she'd said it to cover a lie ... 'I should like to follow a letter one day,' she said, 'just to see where it goes.'
'To the address on its front, I would imagine,' he said.
She pressed her lips together to acknowledge his little gibe, then said, 'But *how*? That is the miracle.'
He smiled a bit. 'I must confess, I had not thought of the postal system in such biblical terms, but I am always happy to e educated.'
'It is difficult to imagine a letter traveling any faster than it does today,' she said happily, ' unless we learn how to fly.'
'There are always pigeons,' he said.
She laughed. 'Can you imagine an entire flock, lifting off to the sky to deliver our mail?'
'It is a terrifying prospect. Especially for those walking beneath.'
That brought another giggle. Anne could not recall the last time she had felt so merry.”
Julia Quinn, A Night Like This
tags: mail

Kamil Ali

Arranged / Mail Order – Tripping over objects in a dark room, hoping to find the light switch

Kamil Ali”
Kamil Ali, Profound Vers-A-Tales

Michelle Cuevas
“They are forever looking into the nooks and crannies of a thing, whatever the thing may be. Always up very early or very late, going for rides on the backs of whales who deliver the mail; waking up covered in a secret language of hums; writing about the hobbies of feathers; changing shape like a cloud; howling at the moon; being a radioactive night-light in the dark; being a life raft on an ocean of alphabet soup; being great-hearted; being selfless; believing in tall tales, doodlebugs, and doohickeys. Believing. Believing in themselves. Believing in you.”
Michelle Cuevas, Confessions of an Imaginary Friend

Shirley Jackson
“Mrs. Spencer distrusted letters on principle, because they always seemed to want to entangle her in so many small, disagreeable obligations--visits, or news of old friends she had conveniently forgotten, or family responsibilities that always had to be met quickly and without enjoyment.”
Shirley Jackson, Let Me Tell You: New Stories, Essays, and Other Writings

Jason Medina
“He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. There was a pile of mail waiting on the floor, which made him chuckle. The last memories of normal life, he thought. He picked up his mail and tossed it into the garbage.”
Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“some letters one really writes to oneself; some letters just describe what it is we hope will be returned.”
Sheridan Hay, The Secret of Lost Things
tags: mail

“There’s so much love sent through the mail.”
Sheridan Hay, The Secret of Lost Things

C.A.A. Savastano
“I do not follow politicians on Twitter; if they want to lie to me, it will cost them a stamp.”
Carmine Savastano

Curtis Tyrone Jones
“When you can’t run and deliver like you used to, make sure your letters still bleed with imagery under the stampede of your wild thoughts and the untamed nature of your signature energy.”
Curtis Tyrone Jones

Brian Andreas
“Our mailman was a dance teacher at night & I would watch him sometimes to see if he would deliver mail differently than the others. I expected to see him leap over bushes with his toes pointing like arrows, but all he ever did was walk.”
Brian Andreas, Still Mostly True

Nicole Krauss
“I’m imagining your response as you read this letter —which by then will have spent a week or two sitting in this lagoon, then another month riding the chaos of the Italian mail system, before finally crossing the Atlantic and being passed over to the US Post Office, who will have transferred it into a sack to be pushed along in a cart by a mailman who’ll have slugged through rain or snow in order to slip it through your mail slot where it will have dropped to the floor, to wait for you to find it.”
Nicole Krauss

Patricia Lockwood
“We worshipped a great white body that was an avalanche of good news, and we slit it open in every part. “That can’t go through the mail,” the postman gasped, “because that is a super-stabbed body!” The super-stabbed body rose up, with many butterknives sticking out of it, and said, “I AM the mail.” It had so many lovers.”
Patricia Lockwood, Motherland Fatherland Homelandsexuals

Petter Dass
“Man brevene med posten bandt
og sagde: Vær ei sene!
De svarte: Vi var aldrig vant
på vei at tælle stene!”
Petter Dass, Aandelig tids: det er: adskillege Bibelske Historier, uddragen af den ...

Terry Pratchett
“If, somewhere, any possible world can exist, then somewhere there is any letter that could possibly be written. Somewhere, all those checks really were in the mail.”
Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

Olivia Sudjic
“At first, sending the confession by real mail had felt like a genius device. I would not have to sit by my phone and watch for the signs that indicated it had been sent and seen. Slim but solid paper would, I hoped, convey me better. Now I had to consider the very real frailties of the system. Ludicrous, in fact, to entrust something of such magnitude to a mailman. A perfect stranger. I looked up stories of nefarious New York mailmen. There was one who has willfully upturned the lives of ordinary people like myself by hoarding 40,000 pieces of undelivered mail. The city was crawling with thieves and malcontents.”
Olivia Sudjic, Sympathy

Rolf Dobelli
“Put together two stock market forecasts - one predicting that prices will rise next month and one warning of a drop.
Send the first mail to fifty thousand people and the second mail to a different set of fifty thousand.
Suppose that after one month, the indices have fallen. Now you can send another mail, but this time only to the fifty thousand who received the correct prediction.
This fifty thousand you divide into two groups: the first half learns prices will increase next month, and the second half discovers they will fall.
Continue doing this. After ten months, around a hundred people will remain, all of whom you have advised impeccably.
From their perspective, you are a genius. You have proven that you are truly in possession of prophetic powers.
Some of these people will trust you with their money.
Take it and start a new life in Brazil.”
Rolf Dobelli, The Art of Thinking Clearly

C. Rae D'Arc
“I circled a few misspelled words, then handed it back to Theo.
“Do these words mean anything to you?”
“Nights. Reed. Hour. Male.” His eyes widened as he spoke the words aloud. “The knights read their mail? Which knights? Why?”
“Crap,” I muttered. “Someone with influence over your mail doesn’t want you to know whatever’s going on in Margen.”
C. Rae D'Arc, Don't Marry the Cursed

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