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A cathedral, a wave of a storm, a dancer's leap, never turn out to be as high as we had hoped.
Those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians.
The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct ratio to the swiftness of our passage.
What a profound significance small things assume when the woman we love conceals them from us.
The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.
My favorite kind of book is a domestic drama that's grounded in reality yet slightly unhinged.
What else are our lives but a story we tell ourselves to find some sense in the pain ofliving?
I don't like getting stuck into someone's definition of what you can or can't do with a story.
And this shows that sometimes people want to be stupid and they do not want to know the truth.
Growing old was simply a process of drawing closer to that ultimate independence called death.
I'm very aware when I'm speaking to the English of how flat my Mid-Atlantic American voice is.
But a girl of seventeen is not always thinking of books, especially in the Oxford summer term.
When there's more sick ones than well ones, by golly the sick ones will lock the well ones up.
The best way of forgetting how you think you feel is to concentrate on what you know you know.
Life, although it may only be an accumulation of anguish, is dear to me, and I will defend it.
If we think about what mystery entails as a genre, certainly a big part of it is a resolution.
What is interesting and important happens mostly in secret, in places where there is no power.
Most of us aren't very graceful about not having our needs met, when and how we want them met.
My mother cooked her last Christmas standing rib roast in 1987 and died a few weeks afterward.
Why does life carry some people on the crest of the wave while others drown beneath the water?
To be a writer you have to write -- and no academic degree is going to do the writing for you.
There were no embraces, because where there is great love there is often little display of it.
For me alone Don Quixote was born and I for him. His was the power of action, mine of writing.
Science robs men of wisdom and usually converts them into phantom beings loaded up with facts.
The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
Authors do not supply imaginations, they expect their readers to have their own, and to use it
It might seem as the hardest thing to do, but you have to forget the guy who forgot about you.
I know it can't be the same between us, but that doesn't change the way I felt about you then.
I'm still not a very good white wine, but I'm drinkable - you could put me in a punch, anyway.
I used to go and see the Clash a fair bit. I did think they were dead cool, and very handsome.
I think firmly that art is no use to anyone unless it offers some kind of consolation or hope.
Thou source of all my bliss and all my woe, That found'st me poor at first, and keep'st me so.
The snow reminded me of the beauty and mystery of creation, of the essential joy that is life.
When I paint, I definitely live in the present, like someone in a shower whistling or singing.
We're all trying to decide whether your scores up there are a miracle or a mistake." "A habit.
Do not shout at me, Mr. Quill," said John [Adams]. "Justice may be blind, but she is not deaf.
I will admit he is unusual, but that is perhaps the closest I could come to complimenting him.
It is our imagination, not our conscience, which makes us better than the beasts of the field.
I want to make accessible movies for bright people, but I don't want to play games and be coy.
Perhaps if you know you are insane then you are not insane. Or you are becoming sane, finally.
Everything dictated silence and self-control but I couldn't restrain myself and spoke my mind.
I think I write or publish as much as I do because I can bear being without a book to work on.
I was born to be your rival,' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?
How characteristic of your perverse heart that longs only for what happens to be out of reach.
If social protest is antithetical to art, what then shall we make of Goya, Dickens, and Twain?
After the magical act accomplished by Joyce with Ulysses, perhaps we are getting away from it.
The idea of nature contains, though often unnoticed, an extraordinary amount of human history.
The time is right to mix sentences with dirt and the sun with punctuation and rain with verbs.
In Watermelon Sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar.