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In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen.
Barry Kent's father looks like a big ape and has got more hair on the back of his hands than my father has got on his entire head.
I feel like I sort of missed the eighties. At the time, we didn’t know we were having fun, which is probably the way it always is.
I feel like I sort of missed the eighties. At the time, we didn't know we were having fun, which is probably the way it always is.
Everybody has ways in which they've been lucky in life, and everybody also has ways in which they've definitely rolled snake eyes.
Before you came into my life, I believed that God had abandoned me. Now I know that He has blessed me beyond measure. -sir Bannor-
Most of the things in 'The Things They Carried' didn't happen to me. Ninety-five percent of it's invented. It's not what occurred.
It's not right to say that our loss in Vietnam turned out to be a gain. But lessons were learned. And they were the right lessons.
My own career started in New York at the 'Associated Press', a fast-paced news agency where we rarely had time for deep reporting.
There is an incredible amount of magic and feistiness in black men that nobody has been able to wipe out. But everybody has tried.
The best art is political and you ought to be able to make it unquestionably political and irrevocably beautiful at the same time.
I wanted to separate color from race. Distinguishing color - light, black, in-between - as the marker for race is really an error.
She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallway. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was Dauntless.
We are not people who touch each other carelessly; every point of contact between us feels important, a rush of energy and relief.
I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family. And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior
You want him to walk?" Caleb demands. "Are you insane?" "Did I shoot him in the leg?" I say. "No. He walks. Where do we go, Peter?
He should be the one to die, part of me thinks. I don't want to lose him, another part argues. I don't know which part to believe.
Tokyo may have more money and Kyoto more culture; Nara may have more history and Kobe more style. But Osaka has the biggest heart.
I should allow only my heart to have imagination; and for the rest rely on memory, that long drawn sunset of one's personal truth.
I have no interest in non-fiction. I don't read it and don't watch it and don't write it, other than a little journalistic column.
Horror and panic themselves are forms of violence, and diminishing them, restricting their dimensions, is itself a civilizing act.
We're living, it seems, in the culmination of a long warfare - warfare against human beings, other creatures and the Earth itself.
It is impossible to prefigure the salvation of the world in the same language by which the world has been dismembered and defaced.
Laney had recently noticed that the only people who had titles that clearly described their jobs had jobs he wouldn't have wanted.
Some very considerable part of the gestural language of public places that had once belonged to cigarettes now belonged to phones.
The writer probably knows what he meant when he wrote a book, but he should immediately forget what he meant when he's written it.
You seem a decent fellow," Inigo said. "I hate to kill you." You seem a decent fellow," answered the man in black. "I hate to die.
Novels are sweets. All people with healthy literary appetites love them-almost all women; a vast number of clever, hardheaded men.
He doesn't love you. But I love you. I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and feelings, even when I hold you in my arms.
When you bring an idealised relationship down to the level of an ordinary one it isn't necessarily the ordinary one that suffers'.
There's nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.
I worry about anthropomorphism as a form of self-deception. (The Christian religion is an anthropomorphic account of the universe.)
In England, everyone believes if you think, then you don't feel. But all my novels are about joining together thinking and feeling.
Where would we be without inhibitions? They're quite useful things when you look at some of the things humans do if they lose them.
My mother was an avid readerShe loved books about romance. Books that took place in faraway places and times. Stories with costumes
I've got an uncle myself. Nobody should be held responsible for their uncles. Nature's little throwbacks - that's how I look at it.
Trains are wonderful.... To travel by train is to see nature and human beings, towns and churches and rivers, in fact, to see life.
My attitude is that if anybody of any age wants to read a book, let them, but I do think that no child would want to read Boneland.
Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.
Never look at other people's bad fortune,' my mother said. 'If you do, it will come back to find you instead of its rightful owner.
It was as if hope had appeared out of nowhere to settle beside her and it wasn't going anywhere, it wasn't going to desert her now.
I think I have a very American desire and willingness to divulge everything. I would divulge more if I didn't know it wasn't smart.
All history is just one man trying to take something away from another man, and usually it doesn't really belong to either of them.
All fiction for me is a kind of magic and trickery, a confidence trick, trying to make people believe something is true that isn't.
If the generous ideas of youth are too often over- clouded by the sordid views of after-life, that scarcely proves them to be false
I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.
My favourite part of writing a book is thinking up the ideas, and that can start a long time before I actually sit down at my desk.
The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.
In a perfect world, probably we'd never yell, we'd just be firm and dispassionate. But of course, everyone yells at their children.
From the outside, the CIA seems pretty exotic, but from the inside, it's a big, bureaucratic place. Think 'post office with spies.'