Ishmael Reed Quotes
No one says a novel has to be one thing. It can be anything it wants to be, a vaudeville show, the six o’clock news, the mumblings of wild men saddled by demons.
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Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly.
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I can't say anything I don't love about Seattle.
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I wrote my first novel in eighth grade for a boy named Kenny on whom I had an unrequited crush and who sat behind me in social studies.
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Food can change anything.
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I don't have my novel outlined, and I have to write to discover what I am doing. Like the old lady, I don't know so well what I think until I see what I say; then I have to say it over again.
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I don't fear anything now.
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I love bookstores and booksellers. In my novel 'Dirty Martini,' I thanked over 3,000 booksellers by name in the back matter.
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When you get into the granny era, you're lucky to get anything.
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I don't do anything just 'cause nothing else is happening, or for money.
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I don't want to be known as the Hilton heiress, because I didn't do anything for that.
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Lebanon is a Syrian protectorate. The Lebanese dare not do anything without the approval of Damascus.
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Would I have traded 'Homeland' for anything else? No. Would I trade 'Billions' for anything else? No.
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I'd never discuss anything confidential.
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I don't think anybody ever saw anybody taking anything.
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Anything I do, I want to do it well.
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I don't like to dabble in anything I don't do well. I don't talk politics.
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Above anything else, I hate to lose.
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All anything takes, really, is confidence.
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It's OK to be different.
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Until I was twelve years old, I led this wandering life, fishing, swimming, and making moccasins.
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Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has its charms.
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Funny, now I can see, how looks can be deceiving.
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No one says a novel has to be one thing. It can be anything it wants to be, a vaudeville show, the six o’clock news, the mumblings of wild men saddled by demons.
