Erik Larson Quotes
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His weakness was his belief that evil had boundaries.
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I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.
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Time lost can never be recovered...and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.
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Reading is such a personal thing to me. I'd much rather give someone a gift certificate to a bookstore, and let that person choose his or her own books.
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Beneath the gore and smoke and loam, this book is about the evanescence of life, and why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow. In the end it is a story of the ineluctable conflict between good and evil, daylight and darkness, the White City and the Black.
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Place has always been important to me, and one thing today's Chicago exudes, as it did in 1893, is a sense of place. I fell in love with the city, the people I encountered, and above all the lake and its moods, which shift so readily from season to season, day to day, even hour to hour.
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I started reading the big histories and the small histories, the memoirs and so forth. At some point, I found the diary of William E. Dodd.
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Dodd continued to hope that the murders would so outrage the German public that the regime would fall, but as the days passed he saw no evidence of any such outpouring of anger.
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To me, writing is a very physical process. I lay out the entire book with the two narratives side by side on my bedroom floor, and just get down on my hands and knees and start looking at it in that physical space. "Does this really follow from this? Should this be here or elsewhere?" I will literally cut the paper into paragraphs. I'll cut it into segments and move the segments around from one narrative to the other until I feel that I've found the natural structure.
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The intermittent depression that had shadowed him throughout his adult life was about to envelop him once again.
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. . . why some men choose to fill their brief allotment of time engaging the impossible, others in the manufacture of sorrow.
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Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.
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There's something so relentless and foul about Hitler and his people, and the way things progressed from year to year. It just got to me in the strangest way.
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Beneath the stars the lake lay dark and sombre," Stead wrote, "but on its shores gleamed and glowed in golden radiance the ivory city, beautiful as a poet's dream, silent as a city of the dead.
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I pride myself on having a journalistic remove.
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I don't listen to music when I write, but I do turn on appropriate music when I read portions of my manuscripts back to myself - kind of like adding a soundtrack to help shape mood.
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I was born with the devil in me,' Holmes wrote. 'I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing.
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Germans grew reluctant to stay in communal ski lodges, fearing they might talk in their sleep. They postponed surgeries because of the lip-loosening effects of anesthetic. Dreams reflected the ambient anxiety. One German dreamed that an SA man came to his home and opened the door to his oven, which then repeated every negative remark the household had made against the government.
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Reading Mission to Paris is like sipping a fine Chateau Margaux: Sublime!
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Whenever I finish a book, I start with a blank slate and never have ideas lined up.
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Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.
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No one cared what St. Louis thought, although the city got a wink for pluck.
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Hitler was such an anomalous character - he was so over-the-top chaotic in his approach to statesmanship, his manner and in the violence which overwhelmed the country initially. I think diplomats around the world... felt like something like that simply would not be tolerated by the people of Germany.
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Chicago has disappointed her enemies and astonished the world