Anita Brookner Quotes
In the street the rain was little more than a fine mist which softened the outlines of the houses and even lent a touch of poetry to a neighbourhood unlikely to evoke tender emotions. He raised his eyes to a roofline bristling with television aerials, lowered them again to windows still blank before the evening lights were lit.Anita Brookner
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I'm not a video brat. I don't derive all my inspiration through movies. I get it from a lot of other places, too.
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I quite like the drama of an encore. I think an encore is for those artists who are inclined to do dramatic gestures, and I certainly would say I am inclined towards them.
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I have only one life, so I want to make sure it's a good one.
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I love church buildings, particularly cathedrals, and I like living in spaces that remind me of music or evoke that creative energy.
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I learned at an early age that I was given something special when I was born, and that was the gift of music.
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To succeed in business, to reach the top, an individual must know all it is possible to know about that business.
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I may have more than one friend with benefits. It's very healthy for the heart. I think no matter how old you are - and I am pretty up there in terms of numbers - I think you should do whatever makes you happy.
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I have always believed that life is too short for rows and disagreements. Even if I think I'm right, I would prefer to apologize and remain friends rather than win and be an enemy.
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I was a huge comic book fan as a kid. The only problem I had with comic books is how expensive they got. I didn't have a lot of money, so I had to be very specific about what I wanted to collect. I think they're all somewhere in the basement of my folks' house.
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If there's one message I want people to take away is never compromise being your authentic self. Even if that means making others uncomfortable.
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Even a beautiful piece of work can be overshadowed, destroyed, by something else.
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We served on the editorial board of a literary monthly called Face in 1968 and 1969. He was a young writer, and I was also interested in broad cultural issues. We agreed on all major issues and became friends.
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I'm an artist. So if acting doesn't work out, which I hope it does, I'm probably going to go into graphic design or something like that.
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Every book has to start with a first chapter, and I think that 'Middle of Nowhere,' 'Mmmbop' and 'Where Is the Love' are good places to start for us. I don't think it's a bad place.
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Fools are more to be feared than the wicked.
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Discontent with this world gives such a painful longing to quit it that, if the heart finds comfort, it is solely from the thought that God wishes it to remain here in banishment.
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You know, I have the best parents in the world and I got really, really lucky because they think that everything I do is Oscar-worthy.
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Life at a public company ain't for me. The board pays you what you're worth, then you get reamed for your compensation.
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There are so many things that poetry is about, one of which is memory.
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Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter.
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When you spend seven years of your life working on something that you're really passionate about, and other people end up loving it, too, that just makes all of the work worthwhile.
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Our main character is Klem Ristovych, the most senior detective in the MCPD. Klem's a dinosaur, the oldest cop working the Fuse, and nobody can believe she hasn't retired yet. Hell, she can hardly believe it herself. But what else is she going to do? Sit at home and watch soap operas all day? She'd throw herself out of an airlock first.
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There's no way I can justify my salary level, but I'm learning to live with it.
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In the street the rain was little more than a fine mist which softened the outlines of the houses and even lent a touch of poetry to a neighbourhood unlikely to evoke tender emotions. He raised his eyes to a roofline bristling with television aerials, lowered them again to windows still blank before the evening lights were lit.
Anita Brookner
