Starting a novel is opening a door on a misty landscape; you can still see very little but you can smell the earth and feel the wind blowing.
IRIS MURDOCHOf course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
More Iris Murdoch Quotes
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We are all prisoner, but the name of our cure is not freedom.
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Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
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People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don’t admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It’s the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.
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Let us not waste love, it is rare enough.
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One should go easy on smashing other people’s lies. Better to concentrate on one’s own.
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As we live our precarious lives on the brink of the void, constantly coming closer to a state of nonbeing, we are all too often aware of our fragitlity.
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I feel half faded away like some figure in the background of an old picture.
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Writing is like getting married. One should never commit oneself until one is amazed at one’s luck.
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There is no beyond, there is only here, the infinitely small, infinitely great and utterly demanding present.
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Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
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Our actions are like ships which we may watch set out to sea, and not know when or with what cargo they will return to port.
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We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
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Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat- Bats have radar. Yours doesnt seem to be working.
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Perhaps when distant people on other planets pick up some wavelength of ours all they hear is a continuous scream.
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The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.
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