“One never really knew what went on inside the hearts of other people, even those hearts you thought you knew as well as your own.”
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Thoughtful Quotes — page 204 of 303
“Is it not clear that a reviewer's psyche, like an iceberg, is seven-eighths beneath the surface?”
“I have tried all my life to look after my skin, so I never do things like go to bed with make-up on. I also always use moisturisers. But I certainly do not believe in Botox or anything like that. The thought of it just makes me think 'urgh'.”
“I always try to just be honest ... As opposed to artifice or manipulation.”
“I don't know if I'll ever be a master at anything, but I think that's a mistake for me personally. I don't know how much it's about the journey, but it's more about the process.”
“I think as a performer, it can be really great to stand on stage, especially when you have more time, but I do think about the specific people in the audience, how it's hard for them to get up and go to the bathroom, how they chose not to do other things that night and have turned off their phones and everything. So for that reason, I think it's necessary to mix it up and talk to the audience.”
“Somebody can say they don't understand why somebody drifts. But I've always found people who drift interesting, 'cause it shows me the game's not stagnant in their own head. They're thinking.”
“Of course, that's just my opinion. I could be wrong.”
“One of the things we might want to learn when considering the failings of others is not to gloat because someone else has tripped up.”
“I think it is a good exercise to ask oneself, "How would I have wanted to be treated?"”
“Sometimes,' he whispered at last, 'sometimes, I dream I am singing, and I wake from it with my throat aching.' He couldn't see her face, or the tears that prickled at the corners of her eyes. 'What do you sing?' she whispered back. She heard the shush of the linen pillow as he shook his head. 'No song I've ever heard, or know,' he said softly. 'But I know I'm singing it for you.”
“It was one of those strange moments that came to him rarely, but never left. A moment that stamped itself on heart and brain, instantly recallable in every detail, for all of his life. There was no telling what made these moments different from any other, though he knew them when they came. He had seen sights more gruesome and more beautiful by far, and been left with no more than a fleeting muddle of their memory. But these-- the still moments, as he called them to himself-- they came with no warning, to print a random image of the most common things inside his brain, indelible.”
“I have no objection to well-written romance, but I'd read enough of it to know that that's not what I had written. I also knew that if it was sold as romance I'd never be reviewed by the 'New York Times' or any other literarily respectable newspaper - which is basically true, although the 'Washington Post' did get round to me eventually.”
“Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.”
“So remember it, lad. If your head thinks up mischief, your backside's going to pay for it. Brian Fraser to young Jamie”
“That's for calling your father a fool. It may be true, but it's disrespectful. Brian Fraser to teenage Jamie”
“As usual, the note occupied less than a page and included neither salutation nor closing, Uncle Hal's opinion being that since the letter had a direction upon it, the intended recipient was obvious, the seal indicated plainly who had written it, and he did not waste his time in writing to fools.”
“If I find I need guidance, I’ll ask.”
“Walls work both ways. They keep people out...but they keep people in, too.”
“Writers are what they write, also what they fail to write.”