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John Updike

"But for a few phrases from his letters and an odd line or two of his verse, the poet walks gagged through his own biography."

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"But for a few phrases from his letters and an odd line or two of his verse, the poet walks gagged through his own biography."

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Amber Hurdle

"A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals. He isn't telling, or teaching, or ordering. Rather, he seeks to establish a relationship with meaning, of feeling, of observing. We are lonesome animals. We spend all our live trying to be less lonesome. And one of our ancient methods is to tell a story, begging the listener to say, and to feel, "Yes, that's the way it is, or at least that's the way I feel it. You're not as alone as you thought." To finish is sadness to a writer, a little death. He puts the last word down and it is done. But it isn't really done. The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done."

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Amber Hurdle

"Every writer has to figure out what works best - and often has to select and discard different tools before they find the one that fits."

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Amber Hurdle

"If you can't think of what to write, tough luck; write anyway. If you can think of lots more when you've finished the three pages, don't write it; it'll be that much easier to get going next day."

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Amber Hurdle

"Certainly the plagiarism, and dealing with the fallout of it, was the most difficult thing I've ever faced since I started writing."

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Amber Hurdle

"In the summer of '80, Silhouette bought my first book."

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"Everything I've ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it."

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"I know nothing in the world that has as much power as a word. Sometimes I write one, and I look at it, until it begins to shine."

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Amber Hurdle

"Every author believes, when his first book is published, that those that acclaim it are his personal friends or impersonal peers, while its revilers can only be envious rogues and nonentities."

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Amber Hurdle

"In relation to a writer, most readers believe in the Double Standard: they may be unfaithful to him as often as they like, but he must never, never be unfaithful to them."

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Amber Hurdle

"Bad writing is more than a matter of shit syntax and faulty observation; bad writing usually arises from a stubborn refusal to tell stories about what people actually do- to face the fact, let us say, that murderers sometimes help old ladies cross the street."

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"Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief."
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"On the single strand of wire strung to bring our house electricity, grackles and starlings neatly punctuated an invisible sentence."
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"Being a divorcee in a small town is a little like playing Monopoly, eventually you land on all the properties."
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"They've not forgotten him: worse, they never heard of him."
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"We must have sinned greatly, at some juncture long buried in our protozoic past, to deserve such a universe."
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"In the purifying sweep of atheism human beings lost all special value. The numb misery of the horse was matched by that of the farmer; the once-green ferny lives crushed into coal's fossiliferous strata were no more anonymous and obliterated than Clarence's own life would soon be, in a wink of earth's tremendous time. Without Biblical blessing the physical universe became sherry horrible and disgusting. All fleshy acts became vile, rather than merely some. The reality of men slaying lambs and cattle, fish and fowl to sustain their own bodies took on an aspect of grisly comedy--the blood-soaked selfishness of a cosmic mayhem."
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