Lorrie Moore Quotes
An author's life is different, complex, and ongoing, while a character's remains frozen in one little story.
Lorrie Moore
Quotes to Explore
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I don't ever want anything to come in the way of me truthfully telling a story.
Ian Somerhalder
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I remember growing up always loving the guitar. I used to love to watch the people play on the Country Western shows on TV. My folks told me that when I was just a toddler, I used to pretend I was playing a guitar on a toothpick.
Carl Wilson
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As an inspiration to the author, I do not think the cat can be over-estimated. He suggests so much grace, power, beauty, motion, mysticism. I do not wonder that many writers love cats; I am only surprised that all do not.
Carl Van Vechten
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I don't know how to make Harper and Alloy want me, not just my name.
L. J. Smith
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After the atomic bombs were dropped, the war ended and we went into Tokyo Bay with the rest of the fleet, the Missouri and the rest of them, while they signed the terms of surrender that ended the war.
Barney Ross
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We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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I suppose my Iranian identity is one of the driving forces for being a writer: I want to set the record straight about who I really am.
Said Sayrafiezadeh
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The Christian faith can never be separated from the soil of sacred events, from the choice made by God, who wanted to speak to us, to become man, to die and rise again, in a particular place and at a particular time.
Pope Benedict XVI
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Nothing can be more depressing than to expose, naked to the light of thought, the hideous growth of argot. Indeed it is like a sort of repellent animal intended to dwell in darkness which has been dragged out of its cloaca. One seems to see a horned and living creature viciously struggling to be restored to the place where it belongs. One word is like a claw, another like a sightless and bleeding eye; and there are phrases which clutch like the pincers of a crab. And all of it is alive with the hideous vitality of things that have organized themselves amid disorganization.
Victor Hugo
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The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.
E. M. Forster
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An author's life is different, complex, and ongoing, while a character's remains frozen in one little story.
Lorrie Moore
