but good friends are nothing to each other if they are not supportive.
JOHN IRVINGAnd when you love a book, commit one glorious sentence of it-perhaps your favorite sentence-to memory. That way you won’t forget the language of the story that moved you to tears.
More John Irving Quotes
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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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When I finally write the first sentence, I want to know everything that happens, so that I am not inventing the story as I write it – rather, I am remembering a story that has already happened.
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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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He was too young to know that, in any novel with a reasonable amount of forethought, there were no coincidences.
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Rituals are comforting; rituals combat loneliness.
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I have no respect for the right-to-life position, though I have every respect for an individual who says, “I could never have that procedure, I could never see a film or read a book about that procedure.” It doesn’t bother me if people feel that way.
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My life is a reading list.
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I always thought that you could do worse than find yourself dying in the company of a devoted former student.
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There’s nothing as scary as the future.
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YOU LET ME DROWN!” Owen said. “YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! YOU JUST WATCHED ME DROWN! I’M ALREADY DEAD!” he told us. “REMEMBER THAT: YOU LET ME DIE.
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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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This is what self-centered religion does to us: it allows us to use it to further our own ends.
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People only ask questions when they’re ready to hear the answers.
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When you legislate personal belief, you’re in violation of freedom of religion.
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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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