"Writing turns you into somebody who's always wrong. The illusion that you may get it right someday is the perversity that draws you on."
--Philip Roth, American Pastoral, pg 63
These are quotes that I have come across in books that I really love. I dedicate this place to all the wonderful words I have read. If trinkets from every day can be collected, then, why not words?
Saturday, May 21, 2011
American Pastoral, pg 35
"The fact remains that getting people right is not what living is all about anyway. It's getting them wrong that is living, getting them wrong and wrong and wrong and then, on careful reconsideration, getting them wrong again. That's how we know we're alive: we're wrong. Maybe the best thing would be to forget being right or wrong about people and just go along for the ride. But if you can do that--well, lucky you."
Philip Roth, American Pastoral, pg 35
Philip Roth, American Pastoral, pg 35
Thursday, April 14, 2011
The American, pg 18
"He slaps a bottle as if it were a whore's buttocks. 'She is good.'
--The American, Martin Booth, pg 18
--The American, Martin Booth, pg 18
Monday, April 11, 2011
"Hangover Cures"
"Incidentally, am I alone in finding the expression "it turns out" to be incredibly useful? It allows you to make swift, succinct, and authoritative connections between otherwise randomly unconnected statements without the trouble of explaining what your source or authority actually is."
--Douglas Adams, "Hangover Cures"
--Douglas Adams, "Hangover Cures"
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Animal Farm, pg 133
" All animals are equal
but some animals are more equal than others"
--George Orwell, Animal Farm, pg 133
but some animals are more equal than others"
--George Orwell, Animal Farm, pg 133
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Twelfth Night, II.III. 111-112
"Dost thou think, because thou are virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?"
-Twelfth Night, II.III, 111-112
-Twelfth Night, II.III, 111-112
Twelfth Night, II. III. 47-52
"What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come and kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
--Twelfth Night, II. III,.47-52, William Shakespeare
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty;
Then come and kiss me, sweet-and-twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure."
--Twelfth Night, II. III,.47-52, William Shakespeare
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