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All writing is that structure of revelation. There's something you want to find out. If you know everything up front in the beginning, you really don't need to read further if there's nothing else to find out. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#else #everything #find #front #further

I think that people don't know how to do anything anymore. My father was a janitor. He could take a car apart and put it back together. He could build a house in the back yard. Today, if you ask people what they know, they say, 'I know how to hire someone.' ↗

— Walter Mosley

#anything #apart #ask #back #build

I would have been completely brainwashed by this lopsided and racist view of the world if it weren't for my father. He was a deep thinker and an irrepressible problem solver. He was a Black Socrates, asking why and then spoiling ready-made replies. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#been #black #brainwashed #completely #deep

Losing my parents really set me adrift in more ways than one. It's not just losing them. It's losing the possibility of family. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#family #just #losing #me #more

My father always taught by telling stories about his experiences. His lessons were about morality and art and what insects and birds and human beings had in common. He told me what it meant to be a man and to be a Black man. He taught me about love and responsibility, about beauty, and how to make gumbo. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#always #art #be a man #beauty #beings

To speak, therefore, of an electric current in the nerves, is to use quite as symbolic an expression as if we compared the action of the nervous principle with light or magnetism. ↗

— Johannes P. Muller

#compared #current #electric #expression #light

The first pages of memory are like the old family Bible. The first leaves are wholly faded and somewhat soiled with handling. But, when we turn further, and come to the chapters where Adam and Eve were banished from Paradise, then, all begins to grow clear and legible. ↗

— Max Muller

#banished #begins #bible #chapters #clear

And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast. ↗

— Max Muller

#around #dark #feel #feeling #forgotten

I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her children, the young princes and princesses, and we played together, as if we had known each other for years. ↗

— Max Muller

#brought #castle #children #each #gave

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older. ↗

— Max Muller

#feeling #grown #memory #nought #older