#memoirs

The reader of these Memoirs will discover that I never had any fixed aim before my eyes, and that my system, if it can be called a system, has been to glide away unconcernedly on the stream of life, trusting to the wind wherever it led. ↗

— Giacomo Casanova

#any #away #been #before #called

In the writing of memoirs, as in the production of shows, too much caution causes the audience to nod and think of other channels. ↗

— Gerald Clarke

#causes #caution #channels #memoirs #much

I knew that I had to write my memoirs. ↗

— Jane Fonda

#i #knew #memoirs #write

I love all insider memoirs. It doesn't matter whether it's truck-drivers or doctors. I think everybody likes to go backstage, find out what people think and what they talk about and what specialised job they have. ↗

— David Mamet

#backstage #doctors #everybody #find #go

My only fantasy about writing was that in my old days, after directing many masterpieces, I would write my memoirs. ↗

— Manuel Puig

#after #days #directing #fantasy #i

People write memoirs because they lack the imagination to make things up. ↗

— Tom Robbins

#imagination #lack #make #memoirs #people

I'm not about to write my memoirs. Not for a long time. ↗

— John Major

#i #long #long time #memoirs #time

Brighton Beach does not look, smell, or sound like Russia. It's a parody of Russia at best, something as different from the real thing as a picture of the Eiffel Tower. Yes, they sell Russian food on Brighton Beach, and Russian books and videos, and Russian clothes, and there are Russian restaurants and Russian nightclubs, and everybody speaks Russian, but the Russianness of the place is so concentrated that it feels ridiculously exaggerated. Everything Russian on Brighton Beach is too Russian, far more Russian than in real Russia. This is what happens all over Brooklyn. From the Scandinavians of Bay Ridge to the Chinese of Sunset Park, Brooklyn's immigrants go to ridiculous extremes to re-create their homelands only to end up with a vulgar pastiche. ↗

— Lara Vapnyar

#brooklyn-was-mine #essays #memoirs #food

But I wondered if all this kissing was a bad habit with him and me. The thing we did with our mouths instead of talking. ↗

— Gabrielle Zevin

#memoirs-of-a-teenage-amnesiac #love

We learn to appreciate what we achieve, no matter how small the achievement, because we do it ourselves. - Midge Rylander in Eighteen Months To Live ↗

— Rachele Baker

#cancer #courage #diary #hope #inspirational