Quotes About Experience

You will see the world. You will have love affairs with boys who see past a pretty face. You will be strong. You will call and tell me about it.

Tell me what you ate when you were a child, and whether the memory cheers you up or not.

Her favorite place to watch human behavior was a restaurant, for there she could sit quietly in the background while people interacted with food. Each glimpse of the intimate relationship between the person and the plate cried out to her. Cafeterias, tea shops, cafés, pubs, dining cars, a park at noon—anywhere people were eating was fertile ground. To be in the presence of food—appetizing, appalling, it hardly mattered—was to start creating.

One of the oddest things in life, I think, is the things one remembers. One chooses to remember, I suppose. Something in one must choose.

Girls were always attracted to middle-aged men with interesting pasts.' The relationship is all about hero-worship on one side, youth-worship on the other

Peaks and valleys. That's what life comes down to, in the end. Fucking geography.

Some children grow stronger in the broken places, like bones; others grow sadder. I did both.

Do you believe at times that a moment chooses you to remember it entirely & tell about it — so that it may live again? — Laure-Anne Bosselaar, from "Lately," Vox Populi (11 June 2022)

He was twenty. I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding my breath.

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.

But we were all young once. It passes, like innocence and a sense of fair play. The only thing left in the end is a good instinct for survival.

I remembered twenty. I'd known everything at twenty. It took me another year to realize I knew nothing. I was still hoping to learn something before I hit thirty, but I wasn't holding my breath.

But if anything will turn me off, it's a very practiced approach, as if the man has done it a thousand times before, to a lot of different women. Which always seems to imply that I am no different from all the rest. Not flattering.

It has been my experience that women tell more intimate details to their friends than men do. Men may brag more, but women will talk the nitty-gritty and share the experience more.

I tended to be hard on the egos of a certain kind of men. The ones who normally swept women off their feet had never moved me much, because I'd always felt that if they swept me off my feet they'd practiced on a lot of women before me, and would practice more with women after me. I'd rarely been wrong on that. ~Anita Blake

you don't need ghosts to be haunted. Memory does that just fine without any supernatural help at all.

I didn't want to understand. Bert had been thrilled that the police wanted to put me on retainer. He told me I would gain valuable experience working with the police. All I had gained so far was a wider variety of nightmares.

She laughed that joyous full-blown sound that children eventually grow out of, as if the world bleeds the joy from them.

What makes people is not bone structure and eye color, but the force of their personalities. the years of experience painted on their faces.

People who don't camp much think darkness falls from the sky. It doesn't. Darkness slides from the trees and fills them first, then spreads outward to the open places.

I have seen enough for two lifetimes. Maybe three, but I was very drunk at the time. -Marjorie Liu, The Tangleroot Palace

She laughed that joyous full-blown sound that children eventually grow out of, as if the world bleeds the joy from them. Unless we're very lucky, the world teaches us to laugh more quietly, more coyly.

It's been my experience, Requiem, that people become more of who they are in extremes, both good and bad. Give a truly good person power, and they're still a good person. Give a bad person power, and they're still a bad person. The question is always about the person in between. The one that isn't evil, or good, but just ordinary. You don't always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside.' He

I couldn't decide if it was a new orgasm, or if it was just an extra ending for the first one.