Look at it this way, child, life is a magic show, or should be if people didn’t go to sleep on each other. Always leave folks with a bit of mystery, son.
On page 86, “This wasn’t like Jim. Always before, the window slid up, Jim’s head popped out, ripe with yells, secret hissings, giggles, riots and rebel charges.” This quote shows that something isn’t right, that this isn’t what Will was expecting of Jim. This quote can foreshadow of what could happen later in the book.
It is a wise writer who knows his own subconcious.” And not only knows it but lets it speak of the world as it and it alone has sensed it and shaped it to its own truth.
For ten years I wrote at least one short story a week, somehow guessing that a day would finally come when I truly got out of the way and let it happen.
He liked to listen to the silence, he said, if silence could be listened to, for he went on, in that silence you could hear wildflower pollen sifting down the bee-fried air, by God, the bee-fried air! Listen! the waterfall of birdsong being those trees!
Ten years of doing everything wrong suddenly became the right idea, the right scene, the right characters, the right day, the right creative time.
He held both hands over his eyes and applied a steady pressure there as if to crush memory into place.
It shows too much. Women are meant to be inhaled, not impaled.
No, we’ll save what we can, we’ll do what there is left to do. If we have to burn, Let’s take a few more with us.
People come to films drowned in reality, leaving behind heart failures, cancer, failed marriages, bad jobs, mean bosses, and future sickness. What they need is not happy endings, but proper endings.
Because the Muse persists.
My dear, when you are as old as I, they won’t call you Jane, either. Old age is dreadfully formal. It’s always ‘Mrs. ’ Young People don’t like to call you ‘Helen. ’ It seems much too flip.
No matter how we touch Mars, we’ll never touch it. And then we’ll get mad at it, and you know what we’ll do? We’ll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves.
And when they ask us what we’re doing, you can say, We’re remembering.
The word on the jar was RELISH. And he was glad he had decided to live.
When Douglas walked, his mind ran, when he ran, his mind walked.
No man is as big as his own idea.
But why, Mr. Stendahl, why all this? What obsessed you?” “Bureaucracy, Mr. Garrett. But I haven’t time to explain. The government will discover soon enough.” He nodded to the ape. “All right. Now.” The ape killed Mr. Garrett.
We salt our lives with other people’s sins.
It learned you can’t love anything too much in this world.