It happens to many teenagers-that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.
JOHN IRVING…every study of the gods, of everyone’s gods, is a revelation of vengeance towards the innocent.
More John Irving Quotes
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It doesn’t really matter who said it – it’s so obviously true. Before you can write anything, you have to notice something.
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As it was, things went from bad to worse, as they often will when amateurs are involved in an activity that they perform in bad temper – or in a hurry.
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I’ve always been slow but I’m even slower now. I’m more into the waiting, or I guess I’m more patient about the waiting.
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People are either attracted to the unseemly or disapproving of it, or both; yet we try to sound superior to the unseemly by pretending to be amused by it or indifferent to it.
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I am compulsive about writing, I need to do it the way I need sleep and exercise and food and sex; I can go without it for a while, but then I need it.
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It is your responsibility to find fault with me, it is mine to hear you out. But don’t expect me to change.
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The former stewardess glared at her ex-pilot husband as if he had been speaking, and thinking, in the absence of sufficient oxygen.
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No adult in my family would ever tell me anything about who my father was. I knew from an older cousin – only four years older than I am – everything, or what little I could discover about him.
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Keep passing the open windows.
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A writer’s job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as memories.
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The lie, of course, is more interesting.
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Our memory is a monster; you forget it – it does not.
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It’s not right to hurt or deceive someone who’s already been hurt and deceived.
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Life is serious but art is fun!
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The powerful wind swept his hair away from his face; he leaned his chest into the wind, as if he stood on the deck of a ship heading into the wind, slicing through the waves of an ocean he’d not yet seen.
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