Quotes About Renewal

Culture is sustained in our synapses...It's more than what can be reduced to binary code and uploaded onto the Net. To remain vital, culture must be renewed in the minds of the members of every generation. Outsource memory, and culture withers.

After these three novels I gave up writing novels for a time I was dissatisfied with romantic doom, yet didn't see much way around it.

The first thing I did when I sold my book was buy a new wedding ring for my wife and asked her to marry me all over again.

Sleep well. Wake inspired.

Then again, the world had ended. So maybe it was time for adults to talk about building castles again.

We're like the moths," Begu said. "The priests and Uinniau and Cian are like bats. When we go back to York, we'll have to stop, lie down, for a while.

One afternoon when the winter was done and the world had begun to turn towards the light, with green shoots thrusting through the dark earth, the girl roamed the high fell in the steeper, northern part of the valley.

It will rain, and the blood will wash away and the carcass will be taken away and all will be fresh and new.

Even direct from the hearth it will not burn hand that holds it, and any who drink from it are healed.

This was the world I belonged to now, this one, where when a living thing died it fed others, where the scents were of mouse drops and sap, not exhaust fumes and cordite, and the air hummed with insects rather than screams and the roar of flame.

This was the kind of work I understood. I knew where wood came from, that for every tree cut down, another was planted, that I could make a chair both functional and beautiful. I was adding to the world, not taking.

My face looked like a picture of someone else. I turned this way and that. No, more like a picture of a rock after some vandal has ripped off its decades-old layer of moss and soil, and the bare stone is revealed.

A new Tammy, the tentative beginnings of a new life. But there were still a few threads from the old that needed to be dealt with.

His hazel eyes shone with something. Perhaps it was the reflection of new leaves. She hoped so.

Alles was ein Tradition unterbricht zwingt zu neuem Anfang. Und jeder Anfang ist blutig.

Wir müssen das Leben darum bitten, uns vegetieren zu lassen, denn nur so können wir Blüten treiben.

When respect for tradition dies out, society, in its incessant desire to renew itself, consumes itself in a frenzy.

Depopulate and reforest ? first civilizing rule.

Humanizing humanity again will not be an easy task after this long orgy of divinity.

I will be really happy once I have done my jail time. I can start fresh.

This was not the old Chichikov. This was some wreckage of the old Chichikov. The inner state of his soul might be compared to a demolished building, which has been demolished so that from it a new one could be built; but the new one has not been started yet, because the infinitive plan has not yet come from the architect and the workers are left in perplexity.

Forget your past experiences and achievements and stand naked, exposed to the winds and rains of life, and you will have a chance.

In reality, nothing happens. Onto the screen of the mind, destiny forever projects its pictures, memories of former projections, and thus illusion constantly renews itself. The pictures come and go - light intercepted by ignorance. See the light and disregard the picture.