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We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.
We breathe, we think, we conceive of our lives as narratives.
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a read more
Thurber did not write the way a surgeon operates, he wrote the way a child skips rope, the way a mouse waltzes.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
Writing is like walking in a deserted street. Out of the dust in the street you make a mud pie.
I always tell people that I became a writer not because I went to school but because my mother took read more
I always tell people that I became a writer not because I went to school but because my mother took me to the library. I wanted to become a writer so I could see my name in the card catalog.
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner read more
All great deeds and all great thoughts have a ridiculous beginning. Great works are often born on a street corner or in a restaurant's revolving door.
If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You read more
If you just learn a single trick, Scout, you'll get along a lot better with all kinds of folks. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view . . . until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon read more
Oh, thou hast a damnable iteration, and art indeed able to corrupt a saint. Thou hast done much harm upon me Hal, God forgive thee for it. Before I knew thee Hal, I knew nothing, and now am I, if a man should speak truly, little better than one of the wicked.
