Marcel Proust Quotes
Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand.
Marcel Proust
Quotes to Explore
When you're young, with less on the line, it's easier to be audacious, to experiment. So I introduced the concerns of my generation - politics, sex, drugs, rock-and-roll, etc. - to the comics page, which for many years caused a rolling furor.
Garry Trudeau
Characters are so important to a story that they actually decide where the story is going. When I write, I know my characters. I know how things are going to end, and I know some important incidents along the way.
E. L. Konigsburg
I have never refused to talk to any authorities or give them any information I had.
Sam Sheppard
I wish I got invited to more luaus. I really do!
Zooey Deschanel
Everything has a place and time.
Kabir Bedi
A friend of mine is a chef in Bali, and another friend said, 'God, he's like Brad Pitt,' and I said, 'Yeah, I think he's more like arm Pitt,' 'cause, you know, 'Brad Pitt' would be a bit of an overstatement.
Owain Yeoman
But I think that a little consideration will show you that belief is quite independent of our will, and our common expressions show it.
Alfred Russel Wallace
I was absolutely blessed. And I'm really fortunate that my parents were there for me. And I hope that I can give back to society the way they have and the way - I just - I was very fortunate.
Jimmy John Liautaud
I don't think I talk to anybody the same way I talk to Moby.
Damian Loeb
'Motion', as translated by Eliot Weinberger, in Collected Poems 1957-1987
Octavio Paz
Zen Makes use, to a great extent, of poetical expressions; Zen is wedded to poetry.
D. T. Suzuki
Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand.
Marcel Proust