Quotes About Transformation

Once, while cleaning the trout before I went home in the almost night, I had a vision of going over to the poor graveyard and gathering up grass and fruit jars and tin cans and markers and wilted flowers and bugs and weeds and clods and going home and putting a hook in the vise and tying a fly with all that stuff and then going outside and casting it up into the sky, watching it float over clouds and then into the evening star. (from Trout Fishing on the Bevel, page 21)

Wood We age in darkness like wood and watch our phantoms change their clothes of shingles and boards for a purpose that can only be described as wood.

My sperm came out into the water, unaccustomed to the light, and instantly it became a misty, stringy kind of thing and swirled out like a falling star, and I saw a dead fish come forward and float into my sperm, bending it in the middle.

I was a child, then, though now I look like somebody else.

As the Bruises Fade, the Lightning Aches" As the bruises fade, the lightning aches. Last week, making love, you bit me. Now the blue and dark have gone and yellow bruises grow toward pale daffodils, then paler to become until my body is all my own and what that ever got me.

If you can begin to see that your thoughts are not the real thing – they're just thoughts, and as thoughts they can't hurt you – your entire life will begin to change today. I have witnessed many times this very same realization transform someone from a life of fear and depression into a life of happiness.

Something needed to change - and fast. But it wasn't the world, government, or women that needed to change. It was me.

If human breeders can transform a wolf into a Pekinese, or a wild cabbage into a cauliflower, in just a few centuries or millennia, why shouldn't the non-random survival of wild animals and plants do the same thing over millions of years?

Men's lives are not progressions, as conventionally rendered in history paintings, nor are they a series of facts that may be enumerated & in their proper order understood. Rather they are a series of transformations, some immediate & shocking, some so slow as to be imperceptible, yet so complete & horrifying that at the end of his life a man may search his memory in vain for a moment of correspondence between his self in his dotage & him in his youth.

Really, the new hand felt normal, no different from her old hand. It was impossible to say why she felt so oddly about it, thought Anna. It was her hand, after all. Except somehow, looking at it, in a way she had no words to describe, it no longer was.

Pushing away, pushing in: the pattern of so much that was to follow.

For beneath that delicate black powder something highly unusual was happening: the book's marbled cover was giving off a faint, but increasingly bright purple glow.

then nothing was ever again as it had been. You don't think things like that can happen. Then you find out they both can and will. So

to encounter me now at age sixty-six is to be unable to imagine me at fifteen...

Fragment 9: We have as One in us that which is living and dead, waking and sleeping, young and old: because these having transformed are those, and those having transformed are these. The

Each of the positive and negative events of our lives, especially traumatic ones, help to shape us just as a raw diamond is made beautiful by the process of carving and polishing the rough stone until it awakens as a brilliant gemstone. It is only through the testing of our capabilities through trials and challenges that we can learn the deeper meanings of our lives.

The world requires me to re-write its wretched dialogue!

Identity is at the heart of repacking.

Time changes the places that knew us, and if we go back after years, still even then it is not the same spot; the gate swings differently, new thatch has been put on the old gables, the road has been widened, and the sward the driven sheep lingered on has gone. (Wild Flowers)

Richard K. Morgan

The lawyers I saw there had about as much in common with the man who had defended me at fifteen as automated machine rifle fire has with farting.

Creativity - like human life itself - begins in the dark

Most of us are about as eager to be changed as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock. JAMES BALDWIN

True life is lived when tiny changes occur. LEO TOLSTOY Creative living requires the luxury of time, which we carve out for ourselves—even if it's fifteen minutes for quick morning pages and a ten-minute minibath after work.