They were involved in that awkward procedure of getting to unknow each other.
JOHN IRVINGBut I often think that so-called glamorous people are just very busy people.
More John Irving Quotes
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A novel is a piece of architecture. It’s not random wallowings or confessional diaries. It’s a building-it has to have walls and floors and the bathrooms have to work.
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I still believe in getting married in churches and baptizing children. I go through those motions.
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The gardener had a dread of small women; he’d always imagined them to have an anger disproportionate to their size.
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How we love to love things for other people; how we love to have other people love things through our eyes.
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Self-hatred is worse than loneliness.
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My life is a reading list.
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There’s nothing as scary as the future.
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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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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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I’m not afraid, but I’m very nervous.
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In increments both measurable and not, our childhood is stolen from us — not always in one momentous event but often in a series of small robberies, which add up to the same loss.
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I don’t begin a novel until I have written, not just the last sentence, but usually, as a result thereof, many of the surrounding final paragraphs, so that in addition to knowing what happens, I know what the voice is.
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In the world according to her father, Jenny Garp knew, we must have energy. Her famous grandmother, Jenny Fields, once thought of us as Externals, Vital Organs, Absentees, and Goners. But in the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases.
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Nothing bears out in practice what it promises incipiently.
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When Jack Burns needed to hold his mother’s hand, his fingers could see in the dark.
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