#if

as Kurt Vonnegut pointed out [...] the literary novel has become extraordinarily privatistic of late. It's as if the big issues (Does God exist? from whence springs decency? what sort of species is Homo Sapiens?) were either settled or not worth discusssing, and serious writers should therefore confine themselves to their various ethnic heritages and interpersonal relationships. ↗

— James K. Morrow

#real-life #life

Nay, you'll be ashamed of me everyday of your life," he answered; "and the more ashamed, the more you know me; and I cannot bide it. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#wuthering-heights #life

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#life #speech #words #writing #life

Pheoby, yuh got tuh go there tuh know there. Yo' papa and yo' mama and nobody else can't tell yuh and show yuh. Two things everybody's got tuh do fuh theyselves. They got tuh go tuh God and they got tuh find out about livin fuh theyselves. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#life

there are times when life's ends are so raveled that reason and sense cry out that we stop and gather them together again before we can proceed ↗

— Richard Wright

#life

I am blind -- but I am able to read thanks to a wonderful new system known as 'broil' . . . I'm sorry, I'll just feel that again. ↗

— Peter Cook

#life

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum, in which men steal through existence, like sluggish waters through a marsh, without either honour or observation. ↗

— Walter Scott

#life

happy all life for ever ↗

— James Patterson

#life

Your pain could be God prying open your life and heart to remove a gift of His that you've been on to more dearly than Him. ↗

— Tullian Tchividjian

#pain #life

That's how it is on this bitch of an earth. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#life