I don’t have a lot of time. I can give a poem a couple of lines, a short story a paragraph, and a novel a few pages, then if I can stop reading without a sense of loss, I do, and I go on to something else.
I was incredibly determined - I wrote short stories, I wrote the beginnings of novels. I wrote a little children's book and sent it to the editor-in-chief of the children's division of Simon and Schuster and she asked me to write a little children's ...
I used to write things for friends. There was this girl I had a crush on, and she had a teacher she didn't like at school. I had a real crush on her, so almost every day I would write her a little short story where she would kill him in a different w...
I'm sure I've been influenced by every fine writer I've ever read, from Dickens and Austen to Auden and Jane Hirshfield. And also, the short stories of Updike, Cheever, Munro, Alice Adams, and Doris Lessing. And the plays of Oscar Wilde. And painting...
Short Round: Wow! Holy Smoke! Crash landing! Indiana Jones: Short Round, step on it. Short Round: Okey dokey, Dr. Jones. [turns his cap around] Short Round: Hold on to your potatoes! Willie: For crying out loud, there's a *kid* driving the car! India...
Indiana Jones: Stay behind me, Short Round. Step where I step, and don't touch anything. [curious, Short Round touches a lamp. A door falls open, with two dessicated mummies falling out. Short Round yells and backpedals] Short Round: I step where you...
A lie has short legs.
A lover's anger is short-lived.
One short step lengthens life.
Short love, long sighs.
Short term memory is not good.
Time is long but life is short.
Three o'clock in the morning. The highway is empty, under a malignant moon. The oil drippings make the roadway gleam like a blue-satin ribbon. The night is still but for a humming noise coming up somewhere behind a rise of ground. Two other, fiercer,...
We've forgotten much. How to struggle, how to rise to dizzy heights and sink to unparalleled depths. We no longer aspire to anything. Even the finer shades of despair are lost to us. We've ceased to be runners. We plod from structure to conveyance to...
The imaginary child implied by the toys on exhibit in Hong Kong was impossible to reconcile with my actual child. I didn't think I'd like to meet the imaginary child they implied. That child was mad with contradictions. He was a machine-gun-toting, C...
By giving us control, our new technologies tend to enhance existing idols in our lives. Instead of becoming more like Christ through the forming and shaping influence of the church community, we form, and shape, and personalize our community to make ...
It is not that we have so little time but that we lose so much. ... The life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.
Long tongue -- short hands.
Short acquaintance brings repentance.
Short prayers reach heaven.
Happy hours are very short.
