Quotes of: Edgar Keyword

‎I have panicked unnecessarily in all four corners of the globe.

The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry

The object of the artist is the creation of the beautiful. What the beautiful is is another question.

A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

The Poems Of Wilfred Owen

The little ball went up, then down, then up in his palm. My inner golden retriever couldn’t look away.

Pure

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

Proust

I feel too much. It's like being drummed to death from within. You know?

Pure

August is dust here. Drought stuns the road, but juice gathers in the berries.

Praise

‎Without a knowledge of where words come from, things disappear, history is lost.

There Is A Season: A Memoir

The beauty of images lies behind things, the beauty of ideas in front of them.

Time Regained

Because happiness alone is good for the body; whereas sorrow develops the strength of the mind.

Time Regained

Chaos is more freedom; in fact, total freedom. But no meaning.

The Time Traveler's Wife

Mama said, "Dreams are different to real life but important too.

The Time Traveler's Wife

I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.

The Time Traveler's Wife

I love you always. Time is nothing.

The Time Traveler's Wife

Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion.

The Time Traveler's Wife

Dream are different than real life but important too.

The Time Traveler's Wife

One of the advantages of science is that one's work, ultimately, is either replicated or it is not.

An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness

Art is a kind of mining," he said. "The artist a variety of prospector searching for the sparkling silver of meaning in the earth.

The Underpainter

I do not want to be like a small animal bitten by a snake, going stiff with that poison. I want to bite back.

Unconfessed

We're going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones.

Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder

Pious people spoke to God, and crazy people imagined that God spoke back.

VALIS