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We are fully aware that, in a world at war, each set of belligerents is over ready to regard those who are not with them as against them; but the course we have followed is a just course. ↗

— Eamon de Valera

#aware #course #each #followed #fully

My assignment is what every writer's assignment is: tell the truth of his own time. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#every #his #own #tell #time

You find yourself refreshed in the presence of cheerful people. Why not make an honest effort to confer that pleasure on others? Half the battle is gained if you never allow yourself to say anything gloomy. ↗

— Lydia M. Child

#anything #battle #cheerful #confer #effort

All our knowledge begins with the senses, proceeds then to the understanding, and ends with reason. There is nothing higher than reason. ↗

— Immanuel Kant

#ends #higher #knowledge #nothing #our

Of the female black authors, I really like Morrison's early books a lot. But she's really become so much a clone of Faulkner. He did it better. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#become #better #black #books #clone

One more recent novelist to come along is Cormac McCarthy. Him, I like. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#come #him #i #like #mccarthy

Saul Bellow never took my advice when he was my friend. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#bellow #friend #my friend #never #saul

The black situation has changed. They finally realized they're Americans. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#changed #finally #realized #situation

All this time he was sitting up in bed and looking at the woman who was lying beside him and holding his hand in her sleep. He felt an ineffable love for her. Her sleep must have been very light at the moment because she opened her eyes and gazed up at him questioningly. “What are you looking at?” she asked. He knew that instead of waking her he should lull her back to sleep, so he tried to come up with an answer that would plant the image of a new dream in her mind. “I’m looking at the stars,” he said. “Don’t say you’re looking at the stars. That’s a lie. You’re looking down.” “That’s because we’re on an airplane. The stars are below us.” “Oh, in an airplane,” said Tereza, squeezing his hand even tighter and falling asleep again. And Tomas knew that Tereza was looking out of the round window of an airplane flying high above the stars. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#dreams

Male authors always take care to make their heroes at least one inch taller than they are, and considerably more muscular. Just as female authors give their heroines better hair and slimmer thighs. ↗

— Lee Child

#authors #better #care #considerably #female