William Styron Quotes
The pain is unrelenting; one does not abandon, even briefly, one's bed of nails, but is attached to it wherever one goes.
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The principle of the endless melody is the perpetual becoming of a music that never had any reason for starting, any more than it has any reason for ending.
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What we do really affects the world. Most of us think we can't do anything, but it really isn't true.
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I just use intuition - would I wear that? Would it feel okay? It's pretty simple, nothing too complicated.
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The mood of the 80s - Get what you can, can what you get, and sit on the can.
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At first, I didn't really have a passion for acting.
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The fame that goes with wealth and beauty is fleeting and fragile; intellectual superiority is a possession glorious and eternal.
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I live in England, so I take a lot of trains, and you can't really go anywhere without somebody talking on their mobile phone behind you, forcing you to listen to their conversation. With the Internet, with texting, with networking sites, there's already information everywhere.
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Human attention tends to be focused on the satisfactions relationships are hoped to bring, precisely because somehow they have not been truly satisfactory. And if they do satisfy, the price of this satisfaction has often been found to be unacceptable.
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I don't ever want to seem like I'm trying to command attention through the way I dress - but I have certainly been known to wear everything from a flamboyant suit to something very mellow and classic. I aim to just look and feel confident.
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The familiar trope of the woman in peril doesn't really interest me.
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By the end of 2020, the only region of the world that will still have a lot of 2G connections may be Africa.
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Most recently, I learned another hobby: baking. It's so much fun to mix all the ingredients and to see the cake come out nice. It's so rewarding when the cake comes out great and tastes great.
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Music evokes a lot of different emotions and triggers different senses.
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The way to develop decisiveness is to start right where you are, with the very next question you face.
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The publishing industry stopped having new ideas out of respect for the untimely death of Ernest Hemingway in 1961 and has been doing everything the same way ever since.
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I hear so many writers say - and these are writers that I trust completely - 'I just started hearing a voice', or, 'The characters came to life'. I am filled with loathing for my own characters when I hear that because they do nothing of the sort. Left to their own devices, they do nothing but drink coffee and complain about their lives.
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Canceling my landline phone account, cutting off service to my home for good, and rendering the telephones that had long sat on tables in every room as useless as my closeted bread machine, I took the final step in a lifelong attempt to free myself from the wires that tethered me.
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I love the scent of jasmine, honeysuckle, and orange blossom. They remind me of gardens and visits to the ocean I would make as a boy.
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The striking thing about the Precious Blood is the bond it establishes between love and suffering in our experience, a bond that has become so close that we have come to think of suffering accepted with joy as the most authentic sign of love with any depth at all.
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When I started dating I had this kind of Romeo and Juliet, fateful romantic idea about love which was almost that you were a victim and there was a lot of pain involved and that was how it should be.
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Young people can be disruptive and screw up classes. But even if they are being a pain in the arse it's a cry for help - they don't feel like they are being listened to.
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Why love, if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore: only the life I have lived. Twice in that life I've been given the choice: as a boy and as a man. The boy chose safety, the man chooses suffering. The pain now is part of the happiness then. That's the deal.
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Unless you feed your mind, those suffering states will take over.
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The pain is unrelenting; one does not abandon, even briefly, one's bed of nails, but is attached to it wherever one goes.
