Quotes About Experience

Richard III was one of those plays that could repeal the law of diminishing returns; it could be enjoyed over and over again.

Ralph started to scream in pain. Not that 'stubbed your toe' sort of pain, but more a kind of 'detached kneecap' kind of pain, only with seven simultaneous childbirths, neuralgia, and a tooth abscess all mixed in as well, for good luck. The sort you hope you never get to experience.

I took a sip of my drink. It tasted like old horse blankets soaked in urine.

Es mentira, lo repito, que las novelas sirvan sólo para pasar el rato, para matar el tiempo; al contrario: sirven, de entrada, para hacer vivir el tiempo, para volverlo más intenso y menos trivial, pero sobre todo sirven para cambiar la forma de percepción del mundo del lector; es decir: sirven para cambiar el mundo. La novela necesita ser nueva para decir cosas nuevas; necesita cambiar para cambiarnos: para hacernos como nunca hemos sido.

Porque uno nunca encuentra lo que busca, sino lo que la realidad le entrega

All wars are full of stories that sound like fiction

Nunca he entendido por qué tengo que leer sobre cosas que no han pasado cuando puedo leer sobre cosas que pasan de verdad. La poesía es eso, lo que pasa de verdad.

Uno de mis primeros entrevistados fue Roberto Bolaño. Bolaño, que era escritor y chileno, vivía desde hacía mucho tiempo en Blanes, un pueblo costero situado en la frontera entre Barcelona y Gerona, tenía cuarenta y siete años, un buen número de libros a sus espaldas y ese aire inconfundible de buhonero hippie que aqueja a tantos latinoamericanos de su generación exiliados en Europa.

I had stayed still and let the days pass, which is the best way to allow things in the real world to dissolve or break down, although they remain forever in our thoughts and in our knowledge, solid and putrid and stinking to high heaven. But that is bearable and we can live with it. Who doesn't carry something of that nature around with them?

One of the best possible perspectives from which to tell a story is that of a ghost, someone who is dead but can still witness.

India has known the innocence and insouciance of childhood, the passion and abandon of youth, and the ripe wisdom of maturity that comes from long experience of pain and pleasure; and over and over a gain she has renewed her childhood and youth and age

Time is not measured by the passing of yaers but by what one does, what one feels, and what one achieves.

There is no end to the adventures that we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.

rank-and-file staff rarely want to hire people more skilled than themselves.

It is rarely the best qualified candidates who win the most coveted positions. Instead, it is most often the person who "packages" his experience best to meet the needs of employers.

A person's life persuades better than his word," said one of Aristotle's contemporaries.

Suffering is supposed to be the raw stuff of art.

She said that certain facts are accessible only from one point of view--the point of view of the creature who experiences them. You think she meant that the only shoes we can ever wear are our own. Meg can't imagine what it's like for you to be you, she can only imagine herself being you.

Reading through the monographs, you could sense the confusion that LSD had created in the scientific community, when, using it as a deep probe into the unconscious, it had stirred up something that looked very much like their archenemy, the mystic religious experience!

At Rainy Creek Gardens she had finally begun to realize that, no matter your age, when you looked back it always seemed that your life had passed in the blink of an eye. The past could not be changed and the future was unknowable. The residents of Rainy Creek Gardens were teaching her that the real trick to a good life was to learn to live in the present.

You read those pop-psych books?" "I was engaged to a psychologist for a while a year and a half ago. You hang out with shrinks, you pick up a few things." "Nothing contagious, I trust.

Every woman is like a time-zone. She is a nocturnal fragment of your journey. She brings you unflaggingly closer to the next night.

Driving is a spectacular form of amnesia. Everything is to be discovered, everything to be obliterated.

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