Between grief and nothing I will take grief.
~ William Faulkner
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Between grief and nothing I will take grief.
~ William Faulkner
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People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
~ George Orwell
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Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.
~ George Orwell
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Perhaps a lunatic was simply a minority of one.
~ George Orwell
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In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
~ George Orwell
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The writer’s only responsibility is to his art.
~ William Faulkner
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If I had not existed, someone else would have written me.
~ William Faulkner
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By temperament I’m a vagabond and a tramp.
~ William Faulkner
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Our lives are shaped by networks: of family, friends, and colleagues, or the wider ones that encompass neighbors and fellow citizens. We exist in relation to others. And yet novels, beginning almost as soon as Don Quixote set out on his quest, have long fixated on the individual as a shaper of his or her fate, as the fundamental unit for a story. The individual acts or is acted upon, and narrative results from this tension.
~ Gal Beckerman via The Atlantic
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An editor—especially a brilliant one, as I’ve been lucky to have—pushes against your ideas, hones your writing, demands that you express yourself with the utmost clarity.
~ Gal Beckerman via The Atlantic
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