There are always suicides among people who are unable to say what they mean.
JOHN IRVINGA part of adolescence is feelimg that there’s no one else around who’s enough like youself to understand you.
More John Irving Quotes
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If you asked me one day, I might say, “Well, sometimes I feel a little bit religious.” If you asked me another day, I’d just say flat out, “No.”
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It’s not right to hurt or deceive someone who’s already been hurt and deceived.
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I’m not afraid, but I’m very nervous.
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It happens to many teenagers-that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.
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Writing a novel is actually searching for victims. As I write I keep looking for casualties. The stories uncover the casualties.
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The building of the architecture of a novel – the craft of it – is something I never tire of.
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If pride is a sin … moral pride is the greatest sin.
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… and so he tried to accept the ache in his heart as what Dr. Larch would call the common symptoms of normal life.
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Everybody dies … The thing is, to have a life before we die.
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Religious freedom should work two ways: we should be free to practice the religion of our choice, but we must also be free from having someone else’s religion practiced on us.
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THERE’S NO MONKEY BUSINESS ABOUT THIS ELECTION,’ he told the voters. ‘IF YOU’RE ENOUGH OF AN ASSHOLE TO VOTE FOR NIXON, YOUR DUMB VOTE WILL BE COUNTED––JUST LIKE ANYBODY ELSE!
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Be serious. Life hurts. Reflect what hurts. I don’t mean that you can’t also be funny, or have fun, but at the end of the day, stories are about what you lose.
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They were involved in that awkward procedure of getting to unknow each other.
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but writers, Garp knew, were just observers – good and ruthless imitators of human behavior.
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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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