Eliot Weinberger Quotes
William Carlos Williams, late in his long life, had a dream: He saw an enormous spiral staircase in empty space, and his father slowly descending toward him. When he reached the bottom, his father walked over, looked him in the eye and said: “You know those poems you're writing? They're no good.”
Eliot Weinberger
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Every congresswoman surely endures the same strains that drive some of her male colleagues to have affairs: lots of travel, families far away, heady work that makes a domestic routine seem distant and boring. But the stakes are much higher for women, because they are still judged by a different standard.
Hanna Rosin
Logic is a systematic method of coming to the wrong conclusion with confidence.
Logic
When I was a kid, I wanted to be serious, like Daniel Day-Lewis. No one really dreams of being a comic actor, do they? Now I realise how stupid that is - and it's because comic acting isn't taken seriously enough. It's a discipline. You know instantly - either you're funny and getting the laughs, or you're not.
Chris O'Dowd
Passion provides purpose, but data drives decisions.
Andy Dunn
I never want kids to walk away after a school presentation and say, 'I met a writer today.' I want them to say, 'I am a writer.'
Doreen Cronin
I believe every religion captures a piece of the truth.
James Van Der Beek
The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images, its dreams, its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.
J. G. Ballard
I dream about doing a film about once a week.
Ingmar Bergman
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth,
From earth to heaven.
William Shakespeare
It's because I'm the same. I mean, I can be just as hard-headed, and just as tough. I only hope I can be as good a man as you.
Patrick Henry
William Carlos Williams, late in his long life, had a dream: He saw an enormous spiral staircase in empty space, and his father slowly descending toward him. When he reached the bottom, his father walked over, looked him in the eye and said: “You know those poems you're writing? They're no good.”
Eliot Weinberger
