Sure, jets are fast and economical, but, oh my, what fun we've lost and what leisure we've sacrificed in the race to efficiency. Somehow, stepping onto a plane and zooming across the United States in a matter of hours doesn't hold a candle to the dear, old-fashioned train ride.
Nothing is more satisfying to me than sitting in a dank room, hunched over a single flickering candle like Ebenezer Scrooge, and watching my ledgers fill themselves with ink.
Before bed, I read a book or flip on the radio - I'm not picky, I'll just turn it on and see what comes up. I burn a yummy lavender- scented candle.
I think there's something in the human psyche that we're titillated by the person who flies too close to the candle and their wings get singed.
Sometimes I light incense and a candle. It's so peaceful and quiet. The steadiness of the energy and the reliability of the warmth have a calming effect.
I couldn't hold a candle to how adventurous Steve was. He found life intoxicating, and he was just in awe of every living creature.
Because I worked as a newspaper reporter for about 14 years before attempting my first novel, I learned to write under almost any circumstances- by candle light, in longhand, in African villages where there was no power, under shelling in Kurdistan.
Excuse my scribbling, it is late, and I have a poor candle.
Burn not thy fingers to snuff another man's candle.
I went to a Turkish hairdresser, and they burned the hair off my ears with a lit taper. They just put the burning candle near your ears and you hear the hair being burned away. And the smell - urggh!
Electricity is a wonderful thing. Do you realise that if we didn't have electricity, we'd be watching television by candle light?
Be able to blow out a dinner candle without sending wax flying across the table.