I'm English enough to feel something of a gut-reaction to modernism, to continental philosophising and anything that smacks of a refusal to pay attention to the forensics: the empirical facts on the ground.
I have a God-given talent and I work very hard for what I do. Anybody can run fast. It's how you run fast. I pay attention to technical things now.
I think the purest of souls, those with the most fragile of hearts, must be meant for a short life. They can't be tethered or held in your palm. Just like a sparrow, they light on your porch. Their song might be brief, but how greedy would we be to a...
Your mistake is that you've concluded life is short, so you treat it as if it's precious, like a pretty little princess. Bullshit! Everyone's life is short. Quit feeling sorry for yourself. Fuck it. Treat it like a cheap hooker. Ask crazy shit from i...
When I was growing up, I was teased for being too skinny. I went to summer camp when I was 11. I wore shorts, and the nurse said to me, in front of all my friends, that I was anorexic and that she had to monitor me to make sure I was eating. Because ...
A short story is a sprint, a novel is a marathon. Sprinters have seconds to get from here to there and then they are finished. Marathoners have to carefully pace themselves so that they don't run out of energy (or in the case of the novelist-- ideas)...
The tall one wouldn't bend; the short one wouldn't stretch and the kiss was lost.
The wise man has long ears and a short tongue.
The wise person has long ears and a short tongue.
Long skirts carry dust, but short skirts carry away souls.
Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched." [ ]
Art is long and life is short.
How could he mean so much to me in such a short time?
Life is too short to waste being a productive member of society.
I'm not perfect. And who knows how many times I've fallen short. We all fall short. That's the amazing thing about the grace of God.
I think the short story is a very underrated art form. We know that novels deserve respect.
Winter was nothing but a season of snow; spring, allergies; and summer...It was the worst. That was swimsuit season.
Life is too short to dance with ugly men
if what is true brings us sorrow, / if what sorrow brings is truth
When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.
Words are nets through which all truth escapes ("News From The World")
