“Ideas brush past fleeting and insubstantial as moths. But I let them go, I don't want them. What I want is a voice.” Quote by Joyce Carol Oates
“Whoever was stupid was beneath worry or thought; you did not have to figure them out. This eliminated hundreds of people. In this life you had time only for a certain amount of thinking, and there was no need to waste any of it on people who were not threatening.” PeopleThinkingNeedsCertainWorryStupidFiguresAmountWasteThis LifeThreatening Book:A Garden of Earthly Delights Source: A Garden of Earthly Delights
“Any writer who has difficulty in writing is probably not onto his true subject, but wasting time with false, petty goals; as soon as you connect with your true subject you will write.” WritingGoalSubjectsDifficultyWasting TimePetty Author:Joyce Carol Oates
“I can assure you that no string theorist would be interested in working on string theory if it were somehow permanently beyond testability. That would no longer be doing science.” IfsI CanWould BeTheoryStringsTheoristsString Theory Author:Brian Greene
“I know that whenever a group of women are gathered together, the grandmother always makes a phantom appearance, hovering above them.” KnowsTogetherGroupsAppearanceGrandmotherGrandparentPhantomsHovering Author:Angela Carter
“The 'creator' and the 'editor' - two halves of the writer whole - should sleep in separate rooms.” ShouldTwoWholeSleepRoomsHalfCreatorEditors Author:Judith Guest
“Writers don't write to inform other people, they write to find out something themselves.” PeopleWriting Author:Judith Guest
“The Canadian is often a baffled man because he feels different from his British kindred and his American neighbours, sharply refused to be lumped together with either of them, yet cannot make plain his difference.” MenFeelsDifferentTogetherDifferencesBritishNeighbourKindredBaffled Author:J. B. Priestley
“For me it's not possible to forget, and I don't understand people who, when the love is ended, can bury the other person in hatred or oblivion. For me, a man I have loved becomes a kind of brother.” PeopleMenKindPersonsForgetLove IsBrotherForgivenessHatredOblivion Author:Jeanne Moreau