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Critchley and Webster’s fierce, witty exploration of Hamlet makes most other writing about Shakespeare seem simpleminded.
This was a little house, with a ceiling that kept getting higher and higher, a hot place with no windows. This was anger.
People seem to have a great love for names. For to know a great many names seems to look like knowing a good many things.
Of all nature's animated kingdoms, fish are the most unchristian, inhospitable, heartless, and cold-blooded of creatures.
beauty is like piety--you cannot run and read it; tranquility and constancy, with, now-a-days, an easy chair, are needed.
Thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.
Small natures require despotism to exercise their sinews, as great souls thirst for equality to give play to their heart.
Who shall ever tell how much an unmerited disfavor crushes a shy person? Who can ever depict the misfortunes of timidity?
The art of motherhood involves much silent, unobtrusive self-denial, an hourly devotion which finds no detail too minute.
God is the author, men are only the players. These grand pieces which are played upon earth have been composed in heaven.
The only thing that infuriates me is that I have more unwritten stories in me than I can conceivably write in a lifetime.
You snore worse. At least I don't turn into a lion in my sleep." "I only did it once." "Once was weird enough, thank you.
Would you care for something to drink?” “Is it poisoned?” “It’s Saturday,” I said. “We only serve poison during the week.
"Amy," Elsie Moore said in her crackling voice, her gaze fixed on Declan. "I want you to get me a new bear. A blond one."
Many a man is praised for his reserve and so-called shyness when he is simply too proud to risk making a fool of himself.
As a little girl, my dollhouse allowed me to imagine a big, perfect, grown-up life in which I'd be effortlessly domestic.
E. Klimov's 'Come and See,' about partisans fighting the Germans in Byelorussia, is the greatest anti-war film ever made.
Think your little jokes'll help you on your deathbed?" she jeered. "Jokes? No,no, these are manners," replied Dumbledore.
So that's little Scorpious. Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank god you've inherited your mother's brains.
Become major, Paul. Live like a hero. That's what the classics teach us. Be a main character. Otherwise what is life for?
Keep it kickwriting at all costs too, that is, write only what kicks you and keeps you overtime awake from sheer mad joy.
I meditate and put on a rubber tire with three bottles of beer. Most of the time I just sit picking my nose and thinking.
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
I never had a piece of toast particularly long and wide, But fell upon the sanded floor, And always on the buttered side.
I don't think it's like eastern mysticism, which leaves the person whole. It's really another form of cancer, television.
A Leprecaun without a pot of gold is like a rose without perfume, a bird without a wing, or an inside without an outside.
Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.
She could become a spinster, like Emily Dickinson, writing poems full of dashes and brilliance, and never gaining weight.
Working in a prison, is, to my mind, similar in ways to working in a coal mine. It's going to scare away a lot of people.
I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.
I always figured I myself would never be lucky enough to die, I'd just live on and on in this increasingly dreary spiral.
We have fun acting like this, acting like we are incredibly offended. Really, we are just bored to tears with everything.
Every artist joins a conversation that's been going on for generations, even millennia, before he or she joins the scene.
A writer ... whittles at the words and phrases of today and makes of them forms to set the mind of tomorrow's generation.
Only World War II, which mobilized 10 million draftees, could by any stretch of the imagination be called a people's war.
I think that writers are, at best, outsiders to the society they inhabit. They have a kind of detachment, or try to have.
Newspapers are even worse for me than ice cream; headlines, and the big issues that generate the headlines, are pure fat.
Fiction is nothing less than the subtlest instrument for self-examination and self-display that Mankind has invented yet.
I don't know; I think I'd be gloomy without some faith that there is a purpose and there is a kind of witness to my life.
The people no longer has confidence in its former protectors, now its exploiters and executioners. The masks have fallen.
You have to live your life according to what comforts you, not what the rest of your family thinks you ought to be doing.
The sea is the vast reservoir of Nature. The globe began with sea, so to speak; and who knows if it will not end with it?
(memory is) A strange echo, which stores its replicas according to some other acoustic than consciousness or expectation.
Friends don't get jealous of each other or begrudge the other for finding success. They celebrate every victory together.
I moved to New York with the derangement of love. I was writing all these terrible stories, but I had never been happier.
They thought to use and shame me but I win out by nature, because a true freak cannot be made. A true freak must be born.
Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over.
It took me a long time to learn that mistakes aren't good or bad, they're just mistakes, and you clean them up and go on.
It may be unfair, but what happens in a few days, sometimes even a single day, can change the course of a whole lifetime.
A story is like a moving train: no matter where you hop onboard, you are bound to reach your destination sooner or later.