7 April (1941): James Jones to Jeffrey Jones

You know there’s really nobody that I can talk to with[out] being afraid of being laughed at, not even you. Right now, I’m afraid you’ll laugh when you read this; or worse, feel sorry for me and pity me, because I’m a[n] idealistic, romantic kid, who doesn’t know what in the hell he’s talking about. In fact, this is the first time I’ve ever come anywhere near telling you what I thought…

4 April (1957): Flannery O'Connor to Maryat Lee

It is not known by everybody but: the peafowl is called peafowl because his favorite dish is peas-green peas, black-eyed peas, sweets or any peas that come to mind. Furthermore, the peacock sheds his tail every August and the alert owner goes behind with bucket and picks up each feather…

Imagined Conversations (4.1.14)

A: We’re French, we had to put wine in the story. And so life had champagne parties.
B: Well, a party without champagne…
A: —Is a war without weapons. You know, if I was younger, we’d have had a great passionate affair for two years and been friends the rest of our lives. I can tell you that frankly. That said, if you violate my airspace, there will not be a funeral!

26 March (1924): Graham Greene to Elisabeth Greene

Have you ever noticed how useful numbers are in filling up a letter? Take the tip the next time you write to anyone. If you can’t think of anything to say just write something like this, ‘I hope you are in the best of health, myself I am somewhat 7x-59q2b = (10 x 16 x 42) / (93 x 25q) + 103 = λqb/ady