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Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.
I refuse absolutely to consign the whole male sex to the nursery. ... I obdurately insist on believing that some men are my equals.
I learned about Chinese ceramics and African sculptures, I aired my scanty knowledge of the French Impressionists, and I prospered.
Humans are amphibians - half spirit and half animal. As spirits they belong to the eternal world, but as animals they inhabit time.
She did not shut it properly because she knew that it is very silly to shut oneself into a wardrobe, even if it is not a magic one.
Remember He is the artist and you are the picture. You can’t see it, you can't see your true self. So quietly submit to be painted.
Those who are enjoying something, or suffering something, together, are companions. Those who enjoy or suffer one another, are not.
Of course language is not an infallible guide, but it contains, with all its defects, a good deal of stored insight and experience.
Though no one would want to be sold as a slave, it is perhaps even more galling to be a sort of utility slave whom no one will buy.
I love Chicago. I lived there briefly for three months and kept a boat under one of those space-age buildings. It was very Jetsons.
...sometimes you just want the comfort of knowing that somebody really does care about you (even if they show it in peculiar ways).
Love can isolate us from everything around us. But in its absence, we can be filled with the fear that something comparable exists.
[H]e lay awake, dreading the dawn when he would have to say good-bye to the small universe he had built for himself over the years.
The world I live in is not all white people, not all straight people, and it's not all people who have their acts together, either.
Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.
'My bride is here,' Rochester said , again drawing me to him, 'because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?'
It seems that so much writing is being done in the nineteenth-century model, where every connection has to be thoroughly explained.
The girl is infectious human waste, and she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing and so she won't commit to anything.
I write compulsively. I've got so many ideas, and I love to do it so much, I can't not do it. I write the way some people do drugs.
The avant-garde in every field consists of the lonely, the friendless, the uninvited. All progress is the product of the unpopular.
I never think I'm making fun of my culture. In fact I'm making fun of myself, because I catch myself doing some very stupid things.
Most novels, I find, are three times longer than they need to be. Very little happens, and I don't want to waste my time with them.
Especially since having children, a lot of the time if you ask me, 'Have you read that book?' the answer would be 'not personally.'
There will be no redemption because the men who run this place do not want redemption. They want to be as near to hell as they can.
When love enters, the whole spiritual constitution of a man changes, is filled with the Holy Ghost, and almost his form is altered.
The past. The Golden Age of the past. What a nostalgia we all feel for it. Yet we don't want it when we get it. Try the South Seas.
In every great novel, who is the hero all the time? Not any of the characters, but some unnamed and nameless flame behind them all.
You're always begging things to love you," he said, "as if you were a beggar for love. Even the flowers, you have to fawn on them--
The journey itself is going to change you, so you don’t have to worry about memorizing the route we took to accomplish that change.
I dislike people who get out of things unscraped. No scars, no scratches. Agnosceo veteris vestigia flamme. Refined through a scar.
The human spirit was the strongest medicine on earth. And sometimes all it needed was a little encouragement to pull off a miracle.
If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only because it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
You persist in this romantic vision of what it is to be a vampire, but despite my best efforts to curb it I have a taste for blood.
A true test of friendship, to sit or walk with a friend for an hour in perfect silence , without wearying of one another's company.
If I had to write a book, I could not find anything in the world worth saying - as is indeed the case with many voluminous authors.
I don't care to read about Garrison Keillor. We cover the same sort of territory, and I don't need to know anything more about him.
I think kids ought to travel. I think it's very good to carry kids around. It's good for them. Of course it's tough on the parents.
Forget about being world famous, it's hard enough just getting the automatic doors at the supermarket to acknowledge our existence.
I like having a beard. My beard changes my face shape and allows me to see in it family members who I love and can't see otherwise.
The decision to write full time was made when I was twenty-eight years old and had just had two small plays accepted for BBC Radio.
In the dissolution of sentimental partnerships it is seldom that both associates are able to withdraw their funds at the same time.
What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.
The worst part of an eminent man's conversation is, nine times out of ten, to be found in that part by which he means to be clever.
The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.
I love 'E.R.' and I'm not ashamed to admit it. It makes me know I did not waste my life after all by not becoming a medical doctor.
Cops pull me over just to get a better look. They never give me a ticket, even if I'm speeding, but they will ask to take pictures.
What are you afraid of then? Not Being able to see, I think not seeing because your obsessed by something that blots out the world.
We cannot bring the good old days back but, if we must eat mass-made foods, get laws passed to insist upon its goodness and purity.
The proliferation of support groups suggests to me that too many Americans are growing up in homes that do not contain a grandmoth.
Things can happen in some cities and the tale of them will be interesting: the same story laid in another city would be ridiculous.