Quotes About Experience

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel

I have never cared about setting world records, or filling my boat with fish, or, for that matter, even catching fish. I go for the experience of spending six hours in the arms of the ocean, never thinking of a single thing except chasing fish.

That to me is the way any good romantic would look at his life: Live it first, then write it down before you go.

Some of its magic, Some of its tragic…But I had a good life all the way

Any attempts at autobiography before the age of eighty seem pretty self-involved to me. There are a lot of smart middle aged people but not many wise ones.

My voyage was never a well-conceived plan, nor will it ever be. I have made it up as I went along.

HOLY COW! Wrinkles only go where smiles have been.

Some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, but I've had a good life all the way.

As our mountain friend says, 'It takes about forty-five or fifty years before we realize that we can go to bed at about ten o'clock and not miss anything much.

Life is like a clam, when it opens, you gotta grab the gooey stuff.

Jenny Marzen is who again? Amy knew perfectly well who she was. Jenny Marzen was hot, hotter than Amy had ever been, and Jenny Marzen would be washed up in ten years and didn't know it. And Jenny is my number one fan? No, but she likes you. She read your stories in grad school. What is she, twelve? The point is, she really liked the article, and all that stuff about experience and news. Lex says she says you've got gravitas. That's a dirty lie. I never even had mono.

Fiction, when it's done right, does in the daylight what dreams do at night: we leave the confines of our own experiences and go to common ground, where for a time we are not alone. Where we don't have to ask how it feels, because we feel it for ourselves.

I thought, you see, that there must be some connection between money and memorable experience; between rare wine and rare intelligence. In short, I was a romantic idiot.

O que lembro, tenho.

acho que o sentir da gente volteia, mas em certos modos, rodando em si mas por regras. O prazer muito vira medo, o medo vai vira ódio, o ódio vira esses desesperos? — desespero é bom que vire a maior tristeza, constante então para o um amor — quanta saudade... —; aí, outra esperança já vem...

quando é que a velhice começa, surgindo de dentro da mocidade.

Don't fuck with me, fellas. This ain't my first time at the rodeo.

I'm just telling you to live in [the world]. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it.

O]ne of the mixed blessings of being twenty and twenty-one and even twenty-three is the conviction that nothing like this, all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, has ever happened before.

One thing in my defense, not that it matters: I know something Carter never knew, or Helene, or maybe you. I know what nothing means, and keep on playing.

In theory momentos serve to bring back the moment. In fact they serve only to make clear how inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here. How inadequately I appreciated the moment when it was here is something else I could never afford to see.

Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, parodoxically, the denial of time.

We were not having any fun, he had recently begun pointing out. I would take exception (didn't we do this, didn't we do that) but I had also known what he meant. He meant doing things not because we were expected to do them or had always done them or should do them but because we wanted to do them. He meant wanting. He meant living.