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| 3470c15 | All my life I have been a poor go-to-sleeper. People in trains, who lay their newspaper aside, fold their silly arms, and immediately, with an offensive familiarity of demeanour, start snoring, amaze me as much as the uninhibited chap who cozily defecates in the presence of a chatty tubber, or participates in huge demonstrations, or joins some union in order to dissolve in it. Sleep is the most moronic fraternity in the world, with the heav.. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 942a811 | I adore you, mon petit, and would never allow him to hurt you, no matter how gently or madly. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| 5ed74ff | I have rewritten -- often several times -- every word I have ever published. My pencils outlast their erasers. | publish publishing rewrite rewriting | Vladimir Nabokov | |
| f4f99fa | I cannot disobey something which I do not know and the reality of which I have the right to deny. | Vladimir Nabokov | ||
| e9fbcf6 | Sometimes you have to be a high riding bitch to survive, sometimes, being a bitch is all a woman has to hang on to. | vera-donovan | Stephen King | |
| c9784ec | we need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts. | stephen-king | Stephen King | |
| 056f80a | When you put on a clown suit and a rubber nose, nobody has any idea what you look like inside. | Stephen King | ||
| a8adb3d | No, it's not a very good story - its author was too busy listening to other voices to listen as closely as he should have to the one coming from inside. | Stephen King | ||
| b0f1fb6 | And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside. | sociology | Stephen King | |
| 7147c68 | It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your way to hell. | Stephen King | ||
| 9baa86f | What is writing? Writing is telepathy. | Stephen King | ||
| 8d4a354 | In the end we are all caught in devices of our own making. I believe that. In the end we are all caught. | Stephen King | ||
| a38560d | And if you decide not to read anymore, hey, no problem, because you're not the one I was waiting for anyway. But if you decide to read on, then guess what? You're my kind of time being and together we'll make magic! | Ruth Ozeki | ||
| 9d4e82e | Then, what's the matter?' I wonder, in fact, how many times I have said that or something equal to it to a woman passing palely through my life. Love is what this means, of course. Or at least, second best: surrender. Or at the least, take some time regaling me with why you won't, and maybe by the end you will. | men relationships surrender women | Richard Ford | |
| 3d96c6b | What was our life like? I almost don't remember now. Though I remember , the space of time it occupied. And I remember it fondly. | marriage memories memory nostalgia | Richard Ford | |
| de7b261 | Suppose within each book there is another book, and within every letter on every page another volume constantly unfolding; but these volumes take no space on the desk. Suppose knowledge could be reduced to a quintessence, held within a picture, a sign, held within a place which is no place. Suppose the human skull were to become capacious, spaces opening inside it, humming chambers like beehives. | Hilary Mantel | ||
| bae7ed6 | We are all so guilty at the way we have allowed the world around us to become more ugly and tasteless every year that we surrender to terror and steep ourselves in it. | society | Norman Mailer | |
| a728693 | My daddy used to tell me not to chew on something that was eatin you. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d6a75e5 | A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4a18ec9 | This is my child, he said. I wash a dead man's brains out of his hair. That is my job. | child death job | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 4007c77 | The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way. For existence has its own order and that no man's mind can compass, that m.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 406238b | Because the question for me was always whether that shape we see in our lives was there from the beginning or whether these random events are only called a pattern after the fact. Because otherwise we are nothing. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 92f253e | I knew that what I was seeking to discover was a thing I'd always known. That all courage was a form of constancy. That it was always himself that the coward abandoned first. After this all other betrayals came easily. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6a59a85 | I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 6fda3b2 | When we're all gone at last then there'll be nobody here but death and his days will be numbered too. He'll be out in the road there with nothing to do and nobody to do it to. He'll say: where did everybody go? And that's how it will be. What's wrong with that? | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| d3d649b | In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I've thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out. | death life mortality | Cormac McCarthy | |
| 3c56711 | Ever dumb thing I ever done in my life there was a decision I made before that got me into it. It was never the dumb thing. It was always some choice I'd made before it. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 2cd3095 | He sat a long time and he thought about his life and how little of it he could ever have foreseen and he wondered for all his will and all his intent how much of it was his doing. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f511767 | Your god must once have stood at a dawn of infinite possibilities, and this is what he's made of it. You tell me that I want God's love? I don't. Perhaps I want forgiveness, but there's no-one to ask it of. And there's no going back, there's no setting things right, there's only the hope of nothingness. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| f69536b | The names of the cerros and the sierras and the deserts exist only on maps. We name them that we do not lose our way. Yet it was because the way was lost to us already that we have made those names. The world cannot be lost. We are the ones. And it is because these names and these coordinates are our own naming that they cannot save us. They cannot find for us the way again. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| a9cea5f | In the morning they came up out of the ravine and took to the road again. He'd carved the boy a flute from a piece of roadside cane and he took it from his coat and gave it to him. The boy took it wordlessly. After a while he fell back and after a while the man could hear him playing. A formless music for the age to come. Or perhaps the last music on earth called up from out of the ashes of its ruin. The man turned and looked back at him. H.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| e0d3ddd | Our waking life's desire to shape the world to our convenience invites all manner of paradox and difficulty. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 57090cf | He turned and looked at the boy. Maybe he understood for the first time that to the boy he was himself an alien. A being from a planet that no longer existed. The tales of which were suspect. He could not construct for the child's pleasure the world he'd lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child had known this better than he. He tried to remember the dream but he could not. All that was left was the feeling.. | Cormac McCarthy | ||
| 4011771 | I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs. | purpose | Annie Dillard | |
| 7766b6b | After the one extravagant gesture of creation in the first place, the universe has continued to deal exclusively in extravagances, flinging intricacies and colossi down aeons of emptiness, heaping profusions on profligacies with ever-fresh vigor. The whole show has been on fire from the word go. I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 10e2b41 | I am sorry I ran from you. I am still running, running from that knowledge, that eye, that love from which there is no refuge. For you meant only love, and love, and I felt only fear, and pain. So once in Israel love came to us incarnate, stood in the doorway between two worlds, and we were all afraid. | Annie Dillard | ||
| 572a5b7 | One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Si.. | Annie Dillard | ||
| dc7792c | If your wife locks you out of the house, you don't have a problem with your door. | writer-s-block writing | Anne Lamott | |
| f62a8bc | Jeeves, you really are a specific dream-rabbit." "Thank you, miss. I am glad to have given satisfaction." | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| 74a24f1 | I expect I shall feel better after tea. | P.G. Wodehouse | ||
| b995072 | That is the saddest part when you lose someone you love - that person keeps changing. And later you wonder, Is this the same person I lost? Maybe you lost more maybe less, then thousand different things that come from your memory or imagination - and you do not know which is which, which was true, which is false. | Amy Tan | ||
| a4278ca | A pious man explained to his followers: 'It is evil to take lives and noble to save them. Each day I pledge to save a hundred lives. I drop my net in the lake and scoop out a hundred fishes. I place the fishes on the bank, where they flop and twirl. "Don't be scared," I tell those fishes. "I am saving you from drowning." Soon enough, the fishes grow calm and lie still. Yet, sad to say, I am always too late. The fishes expire. And because it.. | Amy Tan | ||
| 3eaca49 | I've never seen anythin' sexier in my life, and she's not even naked yet. | Simone Elkeles | ||
| ed21a5f | What's the use in having a reputation if you can't ruin it every now and then? | Simone Elkeles |