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This was the great difference between disappointing him and disappointing somebody like my mother, or even my aunts. Masculine self-centeredness made him restful to be with.

She hated to hear the word escape used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue about.

How Are We to Live is a collection of short stories, not a novel. This in itself is a disappointment. It seems to diminish the book's authority, making the author seem like somebody who is just hanging on to the gates of Literature, rather than safely settled inside.

Jackson of course knew that books existed because people sat down and wrote them. They didn't just appear out of the blue. But why, was the question. There were books already in existence, plenty of them. Two of which he had to read at school. A Tale of Two Cities and Huckleberry Finn, each of them with language that wore you down though in different ways. And that was understandable. They were written in the past.

Alas he had forgotten, he said, that she was a novelist as well as a mathematician. What a disappointment for the Parisian that he was neither. Merely a scholar, and a man.

The living deserve attention, too

He was beginning to understand: You were treated special and, later, something horrible would be told to you.

At nearly two months,the idea of it as news was fading in the hearts of all but my family-and Ruth

I missed her then, but it was an odd sort of missing because by then I knew the meaning of forever.

His little whistle sound like it lost way down a jar, and the jar in the bottom of the creek. P. 64

Keep in mind always the present you are constructing. It should be the future you want.

Keep in mind always the present you are constructing. It should be the future you want. —Ola

But she more evil than my mama and that keep her alive.

But if by some miracle, and all our struggle, the Earth is spared, only justice to every living thing (and everything is alive) will save humankind Essay: Only Justice Can Stop a Curse

Psychoanalytic insight, Miller seems to suggest, is itself a pathological symptom.

Paul Murray Kendall's sympathetic biography of Richard (1955)

Only the carelessly youthful and naive could have the gall to think that surviving is blessing enough

Sometimes its like Nathaniel Hawthorne is trying to be deep.

There is no definition of a mental disorder. It's bullshit. I mean, you just can't define it.

The closet door is open for me, where I left it, since I left it open, it has graciously stayed open.

I don't do anything with my life except romanticise and decay with indecision

Sometime I'll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

senseless, senseless coughs of emotion