A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door’s shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.
ALAN LIGHTMANAnd at the place where time stands still, one sees lovers kissing in the shadows of buildings, in a frozen embrace that will never let go.
More Alan Lightman Quotes
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You’ve made something grand, but it will be grander if it has feeling and beauty and harmony.
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In fiction writing ideas have to be handled extremely carefully.
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I am spellbound by the plays of Shakespeare. And I am spellbound by the second law of thermodynamics.
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To that end, I believe that we should make room for both spiritual atheists and thinking believers.
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In this acausal world, scientists are helpless.
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I love the fact publishers are still publishing unprofitable material. It’s a challenge to the powers that be. It’s saying there is a real literature in this country and we will keep publishing it.
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Although technology is proceeding at a dizzying pace, I believe that the human mind will always have control of itself.
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Scientists will forever have to live with the fact that their product is, in the end, impersonal.
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You make one good shot and it brings you back the next time. With writing a long book there has to be at least one bit that has some magic in it that you can go back to.
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I value my correspondence with writers…
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Sadness is no more than a bit of acid transfixed in the cerebellum.
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People are content to live in contradictory worlds, so long as they know the reason for each.
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A writer is someone who has a one-man tent in the desert and occasionally he sees the footprint of an other writer – in the form of a review or something.
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My second novel, “Good Benito”, was not finished. I wished that I had spent another year with it.
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No one ever expects poetry to sell…
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