Quotes About Experience

She was so beautiful, you see. Not in any two-dimensional sense: she wasn't young, she wasn't innocent, she didn't have that pristine symmetry so favored by ad-men and photographers. Her face was plainly that of a woman in her early forties: it had been used to laugh and cry, and usage leaves its marks. But she had a power to transform herself, in the subtlest way, making that face as various as the sky.

Men's supply of passion, she knew from long experience, was easily depleted. Though they might threaten to move earth and heaven too, half an hour later their boasts would be damp sheets and resentment.

I thought I'd gone to the limits,' Frank explains. 'I hadn't. The Cenobites gave me an experience beyond limits. Pain and pleasure, indivisible....Some things have to be endured. Take it from me. And that's what makes the pleasures so sweet.

Experience was made up of endless ambiguities—of motive, of feeling, of cause and effect—and if he was to win under such circumstances, he had to understand how those ambiguities worked.

Ricky tasted something he hadn't experienced since childhood: the panic of losing the hand of a guardian. In this case the lost parent was his sanity. Somewhere

No matter how fantastical the story, true life experience gives it credibility. Dropping in elements of your own life, telling bits of detail borrowed from your memory bank, give the reader a feeling of assurance. It's the old story about how to tell a lie. Don't make it all up, tell the lie with large dollops of truth. The truth can give foundation to the most outrageous of lies.

With Floyd we had three hundred and ninety-eight years between us. All that bitter experience, he said, and not one of us wise.

Allí el placer era dolor, y viceversa. Y él lo conocía tan bien que era como sentirse en casa.

It feels like I've died, he said to Caz when he'd finished. Well, you didn't. And I should be grateful, right? Right. Well, I'm not.

Nothing's right .... except what you feel and know.

I don't remember nineteen," Will said. "Or twenty, come to that. I have a very vague recollection of twenty-one—" He laughed. "But you get to a place when you're so high you're not high anymore.

Books are like people, when they are open they are red

A book is dead until you read it.

she knew from experience there was no gainsaying the bigotry of faith.

I've heard writers defend some pretty appalling stuff by arguing that they have an obligation to depict the world as it is, but fiction has no such obligation. It's not a mirror to reality, it's a prism. It refracts experience. Also, I think some writers are reluctant to admit that part of their aim is to shock the reader, and that's a downward spiral. We have, as consumers, become increasingly inured to violence. Most of us are pretty hard to shock.

That's a whole other story.' 'Is it?' Gentle replied. 'Or is it all one?

They knew a lot, the dead. How many times had she said to Harry they were the world's greatest untapped resource? It was true. All they'd seen, all they'd suffered, all they'd triumphed over – lost to a world in need of wisdom.

Urquhart could somehow feel the glow on his skin as the hairs on his arms raised up and the thick pelt of man fur that covered his torso and back prickled as if the legs of a thousand insects were crawling on his body.

I hate hospitals. The nurses all have icy hands and the color on the goddamned TV is always changing.

That I gave a bad blow job. She bats her eyes sweetly. Will the Big Guy forgive me? I never did it again, and I'm a much better cocksucker now, I promise.

They asked me how I would be paying and I told them that if past experience was anything to go by probably with my life and the thin girl with the thick spectacles reached deep into her soul for a smile and repeated the question.

One cannot ignore half of life for the purposes of science, and then claim that the results of science give a full and adequate picture of the meaning of life. All discussions of 'life' which begin with a description of man's place on a speck of matter in space, in an endless evolutionary scale, are bound to be half-measures, because they leave out most of the experiences which are important to use as human beings.

New York City in life was much like New York City in death. It was still hard to get a cab, for example.

In our modern age, cell phone technology permits us to record the constant brutality that occurs all around us; we experience not an uptick in violence but a new kind of witnessing.