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Don't forget this, too: Rumors aren't interested in the unsensational story; rumors don't care what's true.John Irving
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It doesn't really matter who said it - it's so obviously true. Bevore you can write anything, you have to notice something.John Irving
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The time to read Madame Bovary is when your romantic hopes and desires have crashed, and you will believe that your future relationships will have disappointing - even devastating - consequences.John Irving
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Most places we leave in childhood grow less, not more, fancy.John Irving
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You can learn a lot from your lovers, but-for the most part-you get to keep your friends longer, and you learn more from them.John Irving
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Never trust a man with a lunatic wife in an attic, " Richard told me. "And anyone named Heathcliff should make you suspicious.John Irving
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Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.John Irving
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Nostalgia! " Miss Frost cried. "You´re nostalgic! " She repeated. "Just how old are you, William?" She asked." Seventeen, " I told her." Seventeen! " Miss Frost cried, as if she'd been stabbed. "Well, William Abbott, if you're nostalgic at seventeen, maybe you are going to be a writer!John Irving
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According to my mother, I was a fiction writer before I'd written any ficton, by wich she meant not only that I invented things, or made things up, but that I prefered this kind of fantasising or pure imagining to what other people generally liked - she meant reality, of course.John Irving
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That's okay, " I said. "We're writers. We make things up.John Irving
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You can't possibly know that you're going to be a writer! " Miss Frost said. "It's not a career choice.John Irving
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Small towns may revile you, but they have to keep you-they can't turn you away.John Irving
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I'll bet every fucking one of your angels is going to be terrifying!John Irving
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...where our desires "come from"; that is a dark, winding road.John Irving
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Gender mattered a whole lot less to Shakespeare than it seems to matter to us.John Irving
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Novels are just another kind of cross-dressing, aren't they?John Irving