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... he felt unusually warm toward humankind. He even thought that it could warm to him. Everyone, all of us, individually facing oblivion as a matter of course, and no one complaining much. As a species, not the best imaginable, but certainly the best, no, the most interesting there was. Ian Mcewan
Wally Lamb quote: "He's splitting me open, I thought. He'll break me and then..."
He's splitting me open, I thought. He'll break me and then I'll die. Wally Lamb
he looked to her like an absurd twentieth-century Hamlet, an indecisive figure so mesmerized by onrushing tragedy that he was helpless to divert its course or alter it in any way. Stephen King
Martin Amis quote: "He didn't want to please his readers. He wanted to stretch..."
He didn't want to please his readers. He wanted to stretch them until they twanged. Martin Amis
He blinked at the sun and dreamt that perhaps he might snare it and spare it as it went down to its resting place amidst the distant hills. H. G. Wells
Leo Tolstoy quote: "He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she..."
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking. Leo Tolstoy
He wanted to know how they prayed to God in El Dorado. "We do not pray to him at all," said the reverend sage. "We have nothing to ask of him. He has given us all we want, and we give him thanks continually. Voltaire
He was bored now when Emma suddenly began to sob on his breast; and his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love whose subtleties he could no longer distinguish. Gustave Flaubert
He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips. Charlotte Bronte
Julian Barnes quote: "He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of..."
He didn’t really like travel, of course. He liked the idea of travel, and the memory of travel, but not travel itself. Julian Barnes
He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that no one would ever hear. But so long as he uttered it in some obscure way the continuity was not broken. It was not by making yourself heard but by staying sane that you carried on the human heritage. George Orwell
He who thinks we are to pitch our tent here, and have attained the utmost prospect of reformation that the mortal glass wherein we contemplate can show us, till we come to beatific vision, that man by this very opinion declares that he is yet far short of truth. John Milton
He never described himself as a poet or his work as poetry. The fact that the lines do not come to the edge of the page is no guarantee. Poetry is a verdict, not an occupation. He hated to argue about the techniques of verse. The poem is a dirty, bloody, burning thing that has to be grabbed first with bare hands. Once the fire celebrated Light, the dirt Humility, the blood Sacrifice. Now the poets are professional fire-eaters, freelancing at any carnival. The fire goes down easily and honours... Leonard Cohen
He had a tremendous propensity for getting lost when driving. This was largely because of his method of “Zen” navigation, which was simply to find any car that looked as if it knew where it was going and follow it. The results were more often surprising than successful, but he felt it was worth it for the sake of the few occasions when it was both. Douglas Adams
... he didn't know where I lived, because I think he feared, in his heart of hearts, that I didn't trust him, that my work had slowly eroded the love for him which I felt. But I did trust him... I did love him. I didn't love anyone in the world but him. I just didn't want anyone to know where I lived. Anne Rice

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