Cormac McCarthy Quotes
He can neither read nor write and in him already there broods a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.
Cormac McCarthy
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Perhaps no place in any community is so totally democratic as the town library. The only entrance requirement is interest.
Lady Bird Johnson
When you live in a condo complex with people next door, I don't know how you can be dead for four months without anybody noticing you not coming and going.
Laura Schlessinger
I always say I write my own novels and the characters don't take control of me, but in fact, I look at the characters in the early stages and I think, 'What is he or she like,' and they slowly come together and they become the person they are.
A. S. Byatt
I have already reached out to the janata, and I am only trying to acquaint myself with people's problems.
Indira Gandhi
I know what my job is: I write the songs, I sing them, I play them on the piano.
Fiona Apple
It's true that I have very little idea what I shall be writing next, but at the same time I have a powerful premonition of everything that lies ahead of me, even ten years ahead.
J. G. Ballard
I had gone through game, after game, after game, first being a professor at Harvard, then being a psychedelic spokesman, and still people were constantly looking into my eyes, like 'Do you know?' Just that subtle little look, and I was constantly looking into their eyes 'Do you know?'
Ram Dass
Reality can destroy the dream; why shouldn't the dream destroy reality?
George A. Moore
I feel as if my mission is to write, to see, to observe, and I feel lazy if I'm not reaching conclusions. I feel stupid. I feel as if I'm wasting my time.
Paul Theroux
It's not just about waking up and trying to be a star... It's practice, practice, practice.
Bo Bice
I fancy that the Hell of Too Many People would occupy a respectable place in the hierarchy of infernal regions.
J. B. Priestley
He can neither read nor write and in him already there broods a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.
Cormac McCarthy