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Quotes by Novelist
"Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without."
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"I've always seen myself in sentences. I begin to recognize myself, word by word, as I work through a sentence."
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"Ernest Hemingway did a great deal toward making the writer an acceptable public figure; obviously, he was no sissy."
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"So much destruction in modern war takes place miles and miles away from the source of the destruction, the human being who has caused it."
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"My contention is that that style is just as stylized as an ornate style."
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"How can I know what I think till I see what I say?"
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"Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them."
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"There's a really stupid saying: When life hands you a lemon, make lemonade. Well, I have a better saying: When life hands you a lemon, shove that lemon up its stupid butt."
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"Very simple ideas lie within the reach only of complex minds."
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"The best fights don't occur between strangers. They occur between friends who trust each other."
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"Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality."
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"Success has always been easy to measure. It is the distance between one's origins and one's final achievement."
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"One minute was enough, Tyler said, "A person had to work hard for it, but a minute of perfection was worth the effort. A moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection."
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"Writers are the lunatic fringe of publishing."
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"Cry, the beloved country, for the unborn child that is the inheritor of our fear. Let him not love the earth too deeply... For fear will rob him of all if he gives too much."
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"The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today."
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"Melly is the only woman friend I ever had, she thought forlornly, 'the only woman except Mother who really loved me. She's like Mother, too. Everyone who knew her has clung to her skirts."
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