No one but me ever put a hand on me to feel that baby. No one wanted to put his ear against it and listen…You shouldn’t have a baby if there’s no one who wants to feel it kick or listen to it move.
JOHN IRVINGSo, I don’t work in terms of real time. I don’t work in a timely fashion.
More John Irving Quotes
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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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If pride is a sin … moral pride is the greatest sin.
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He was too young to know that, in any novel with a reasonable amount of forethought, there were no coincidences.
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I’ve always preferred writing in longhand. I’ve always written first drafts in longhand.
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No one could have fathomed what a life he’d led, for it was chiefly a life lived in his mind.
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Keep passing the open windows.
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I never know when I finish the novel I am writing which will be the next novel out of the station.
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What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.
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Being reviewed is being condescended to by your inferiors.
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I certainly think Obama is the most hopeful president I’ve seen in the country since John Kennedy.
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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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You’re nice,’ Cushie told him, squeezing his hand. ‘And you’re my oldest friend.’ But they both must have known that you can know someone all your life and never quite be friends.
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but good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive.
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You know, everybody dies. My parents died. Your father died. Everybody dies. I’m going to die too. So will you. The thing is, to have a life before we die. It can be a real adventure having a life
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In the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases
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