You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
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Anand Thakur
You can get used to eating breakfast with a man in a fedora. You can get used to anything, my mother was in the habit of saying.
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We are only midway through the central verse of our youth when we see ourselves begin to blacken. … We had been seduced into thinking that we were immortal and suddenly the affair is over.
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Up against another human being one’s own procedures take on definition.
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Everything depends on liking the people and trusting the people. You have to assume that whatever they do will be as good as you want the thing to be and just go ahead with that.
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Each night about this time he puts on sadness like a garment and goes on writing.
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Homer must have felt this pressure to come up with an epic poem that would sound totally new to an audience that had loved his previous best-seller.
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You remember too much,” my mother said to me recently. “Why hold onto all that?” And I said, “where can I put it down?
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I am kind of a curmudgeonly person, so I don’t gravitate to groups or traditions, which is probably just pretentious of me.
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Making is always a slightly hopeful thing because once you’ve made something, it’ll – the world will be different.
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No need to fear death. There will be a tunnel and light.
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You can never know enough, never work enough, never use the infinitives and participles oddly enough, never impede the movement harshly enough, never leave the mind quickly enough.
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Philosophy – hopeless. Yet it gives me hope.
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No one will ever make necessity not happen.
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To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.
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What makes life life and not a simple story? Jagged bits moving never still, all along the wall.
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The words we read and words we write never say exactly what we mean. The people we love are never just as we desire them. The two symbols never perfectly match. Eros is in between.
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