Fiction is an urgent business. It is the Dying Us telling stories to the Dying Us, trying to crack the nonsense in our heads open with a big hammer pronto, before Death arrives.
Dearest, I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can't go through another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can't concentrate. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>So I am doing what seems the...
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Virginia Woolf
Jamie: You know what I figured out today? Landon: What?Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my...
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Nicholas Sparks
Life is a dream from which we all must wake before we can dream again.
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Robert Jordan
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Dylan Thomas
Death is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you, and the old life that we lived so fondly...
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Henry Scott Holland
More Quotes By George Saunders
Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.
Humor is what happens when we're told the truth quicker and more directly than we're used to.
I have a sense that God is unfair and preferentially punishes his weak, his dumb, his fat, his lazy. I believe he takes more pleasure in his perfect creatures, and cheers them on like a brainless dad as they run roughshod over the rest of...
In art, and maybe just in general, the idea is to be able to be really comfortable with contradictory ideas. In other words, wisdom might be, seem to be, two contradictory ideas both expressed at their highest level and just let to sit in the...
It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.
