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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What are the Chinese doing, what are we doing, what are - so we need, both the developed world and the developing world, really need to be moving, once again, getting all your arrows in the same direction if you want to have any impact.
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I didn't move to Nashville with any inkling or dreams of getting a record deal. I didn't have those stars in my eyes. I just wanted to take a break, relax, and figure out songwriting.
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Making poetry with a camera - that's the essence of what I do.
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The big thing in my family growing up is that everybody had to play a musical instrument. We were like the von Trapps.
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She had a need to feel the thunder,To chase the lightning from the sky,To watch a storm with all its wonderWritten in her lover's eyes.She had to ride the heat of passionLike a comet burning bright,Rushing headlong in the windNow where only dreams have been,Burning both ends of the night.
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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
