Quotes About Experience

But we forget so much when we're born he says. Being born, it's as if you go inside a building. You lock yourself inside a building with no windows to see out. And after you're inside any building long enough, you forget how the outside looked. Without a mirror, you'd forget your own face.

Noi non siamo speciali. Non siamo nemmeno merda. Noi siamo. Noi siamo soltanto e quello che succede succede soltanto.

The audience wants a safety blanket. It's the storyteller's job to take that safety blanket and choke them with it until they experience a profound narrative orgasm.

THE HOT WATER'S a scorcher and the cold water's like a winter puddle, and the shower offers nothing in between.

Failure has to be illuminating: an instruction manual written in scar tissue.

Spent the years wandering, mostly. Faffing off. Getting high. Sucking dick. Seeing the country. As one does.

Furthermore … WE NEED TO UNDERSTAND THE EMOTIONAL JOURNEY

Stories drag you through the mud of multiple emotions and through the thorn-tangle of thinky thoughts.

If the sum of our experiences are, say, our Work-In-Progress, our Facebook pages, our video games, our movies, our Other People's Books, then we don't know jack shit. Is that you?

Have you met America?

One time, a roadrunner watched her take a shit, her squatting form framed by the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

Learn from your existence and borrow things from your day to day. Have adventures. Take risks. Put yourself into your fiction. Because life offers a kind of writing advice you just can't read about -- it's something only you can experience.

Historia magistra vitae est

Old age: the crown of life, our play's last act.

Historia vero testis temporum, lux veritatis, vita memoriae, magistra vitae. History is the witness of the times, the light of truth, the life of memory, the mistress of life.

A vida e curta demais para cometer o mesmo erro duas vezes

Was this what it meant to grow up, this vast loneliness?

Don't ever let anyone tell you that the imaginary is equivalent to the real: your skin, your vast breathing skin, will insist otherwise.

Does Being Happy simply Create More Time, in the way that Being Sad, as we all know, slows time and thickens it, like cornstarch in a sauce?)

a strangely prolonged lunch involving lobster, that infernally overrated food....

Each of us shapes our stories so they make sense of who we think we are.

Live, my dear Nora. Satisfy your hunger. There's food all around you, you know.' 'What kind of food, I'd like to know?' 'Ah'-he smiled- 'you must taste all things, actually to know if you like them.' And what good is that, I wanted to ask, if the most delicious fruit is forbidden?

We read to find life, in all its possibilities.

I'm forty-two years old—which is a lot more like middle age than forty or even forty-one.