It had a crisp paper jacket, unlike the paper-covered library books I was used to, and the way the pages parted, I could tell I was the first to open it ... I valued that half-dream state of being lost in a book so much that I limited the number of p...
The more we have known of the really good things, the more insipid the thin lemonade of later literature becomes, sometimes almost to the point of making us sick. Do you know a work of literature written in the last, say, fifteen years that you think...
During the year of 2015 stay grounded. How? Each night before you go to sleep, write a word/expression capturing a positive state of mind on a sheet of paper. Fold the paper in a V and prop it on your nightstand beside your bed so you will see it the...
There should be more or less of a jumble in your head or on your note paper after the first time and even after the second. Much that you will think of in connection will come to nothing and be wasted. But some of it ought to go together under one id...
(March 2010 ) In terms of story, the only audience I have in mind is me. I’m very much aware that I can’t please everyone when it comes to story, so I might as well try to please myself. But in terms of communication with the reader, I am very aw...
Howl: So, what do you have in your pocket, Sophie? Old Sophie: Huh? [Finds a folded piece of paper] Old Sophie: What is this? Howl: Give it to me. [paper burns leaving marks on the table] Markl: Scorch marks! Howl, can you read them? Howl: That is an...
Jack Walsh: Oh Marvin, you did it this time! Marvin Dorfler: What the fuck are you talking about? Jack Walsh: Those were hired killers back there! Marvin Dorfler: Hired to kill who? Jack Walsh: [pointing to Mardukas] Hired to kill this guy! Jonathan ...
Benny Rodriguez: Man, this is baseball. You gotta stop thinking. Just have fun. I mean, if you were having fun you would've caught that ball. You ever have a paper route? Smalls: I helped a guy once. Benny Rodriguez: Okay, well chuck it like you thro...
Scott, Foreign Editor: It's a dangerous story for this paper. Ben Bradlee: How dangerous? Scott, Foreign Editor: Well, it's not that we're using nameless sources that bothers me. Or that everything we print, the White House denies. Or that no other p...
Taggart: What do you want me to do, sir? Hedley Lamarr: I want you to round up every vicious criminal and gunslinger in the west. Take this down. [Taggart looks for a pen and paper while Hedley talks] Hedley Lamarr: I want rustlers, cut throats, murd...
There is no social stigma attached to the frenzy, no peer motivation to slow us down. Rather it is the opposite; busy is popular currency, traded among members of modern society like a precious commodity. Busy is the silkiest cloth at the emporium, t...
[The Pigeon had learned something about [women] from his eight sisters, and if over the years he had absorbed only this one thing, it would stand as vindication that a boy does not suffer needlessly from growing up in a house with eight sisters. That...
If you wanted to bestow the grandiose title of "most successful organization in modern history," you would struggle to find a more obviously worthy nominee than the federal government of the United States. In its earliest stirrings, it established a ...
Dalton Russell: I'm no martyr. I did it for the money. But it's not worth much if you can't face yourself in the mirror. Respect is the ultimate currency. I was stealing from a man who traded his away for a few dollars. And then he tried to wash away...
I walked inside and paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of paper and dust—the perfumes of knowledge.
The paper landed on the table, but the news was stapled to his chest. A tattoo.
With the art therapy, as soon as they saw the paper and crayons coming, we couldn't get it out fast enough. And we told them to draw about the tsunami.
Every other artist begins with a blank canvas, a piece of paper the photographer begins with the finished product.
As long as one person reads the bullshit I put on paper, and likes it, i'll keep writing.
I was just another lost soul screaming through the paper thin hotel walls into the ears of the fucked.
What are you assholes looking at?" "Nothing," said Radar. "We're certainly not looking at your eyebrows.
