Quotes About Author

Do you have anything to drink in this place?" "Nope. We're really a laundromat. The pub thing is just a gimmick to make sure there isn't a long line for the dryers," I said.

I deal with stress much better than Murphy does," Loki said. "That's because you cheat and deal from the bottom of the deck," I said.

the place had more demonic possessions than Congress. The

When I touch people, things change, especially their perceptions. Not their underwear though. I have to draw the line somewhere. Like right there," said Lunay, pointing to the wall where a blue line squiggled across the sheetrock.

At times his arrogance did resolve itself into simplicity, though it was difficult, especially for strangers, to distinguish these occasions.

Christ was a man worthy to rebel against, for he was rebellion itself.

I got over the loss of his desk and chair, but never the desire to produce a string of words more precious than the emeralds of Cortés.

I love you, I whispered to all, to none. -Love not lightly, I heard him say.

The act of writing in real time in order to deflect, escape, or slow it down is obviously futile yet not entirely fruitless.

The goodwill that surrounded us was proof that the Fates were conspiring to help their enthusiastic children.

His mission was not to reveal, but to document an aspect of sexuality as art, as it had never been done before.

One could not help but thank the gods for apportioning Camus with a righteous and judicious pen.

It occurred to me, as the heavy curtains were opened and the morning light flooded the small dining area, that without a doubt we sometimes eclipse our own dreams with reality.

I skip Thanksgiving, dragging my malaise through December, with a prolonged period of enforced solitude, though sadly without crystalline effect.

Inside it he inscribed a few lines of poetry, portraying us as the gypsy and the fool, one creating silence; one listening closely to the silence.

I had a really happy childhood - my siblings were great, my mother was very fanciful, and I loved to read. But there was always financial strife.

The aim of science is to make difficult things understandable in a simpler way; the aim of poetry is to state simple things in an incomprehensible way. The two are incompatible.

Where did you hide your Mockingbirds?" he asks. "Ornithology," she replies. "You hid TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD with the bird books?" I ask. Elena shrugs. "I was being ironic.

Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.

So it goes as I work my way down the page, and each cluster of marks is a word, and each word is a sound in my head, and each time I write another word, I hear the sound of my own voice, even though my lips are silent.

Leer por puro placer, por la hermosa quietud que te envuelve cuando resuenan en la cabeza las palabras de un autor.

Leggere per me era evasione e conforto, era la mia consolazione, il mio stimolante preferito: leggere per il puro gusto della lettura, per il meraviglioso silenzio che ti circonda quando ascolti le parole di un autore riverberate dentro la tua testa

The book was a work of fiction. Even though it was based on facts, it could tell nothing but lies. I signed the contract, and afterwards I felt like a man who had signed away his soul.

In the good mystery there is nothing wasted, no sentence, no word that is not significant. And