Andrew Miller Quotes & Sayings

Art, I subsequently realised, is like that. It softens by association and implication. It renders the hard pliable. It creates gaps, gaping holes really, in possibility. — Andrew Miller

Intimacy, finally, had got the better of us. — Andrew Miller

We calculated the baseline requirement of diversity. — Andrew Miller

The visit, like all visits home for a long time now, has been an obscure failure. When is it we cease to be able to go back, truly go back? What secret door is it that closes? — Andrew Miller

The best philosophy was wrapped up in history. It was, in effect, storytelling from a particular era. The worst was the pure sort. University stuff. — Andrew Miller

Like everyone else in the house, she suffers from dreams. — Andrew Miller

I'm going to play,' says Armand, lacing his fingers and cracking the knuckles. 'A pair of these lads can pump for me.'
'Is this a time for playing?' asks Jean Baptiste. Then, 'You are right. You have never been more so. — Andrew Miller

Why did the reindeer fly over the mountain? Answer: Because he couldn't fly under it. — Andrew Miller

The poverty of the villages is almost picturesque from the windows of a coach that is not stopping. — Andrew Miller

First ambitions are best. We are less brave later. — Andrew Miller

Could he not go to hospital?' asks Jean-Baptiste.
The doctor flares his nostrils. 'Hospitals are very dangerous places. Particularly to one already weakened by illness. — Andrew Miller

If the trees and the plants are brothers, if the birds are my sisters, then cats are truly my kin. — Andrew Miller

Listening is not merely not talking ... it means taking a vigorous human interest in what is being told to us. — Andrew Miller

It's not about fucking," she asserted as we clucked nervously over her diagram. "It's about our species. We need to breed. — Andrew Miller

Point north and vok voort. — Andrew Miller

Often, one turns to jazz. — Andrew Miller

The forest would close its arms and that would be that. Joburg would be a mythical memory, a place of the past, of adventure stories for children, of warnings not to get lost. — Andrew Miller

The years of us. Our farm and our people. The children, from this distance now almost all completely interchangeable faces and forms, smiling and running and growing so easily into this other thing. So unfettered by time. So shaped by our story, yet somehow so completely untouched by any of it. — Andrew Miller

Artists could never, would never, harm anybody. They're too busy painting. Same with ad drunks. They might be a bit useless at functional tasks, they may break things (small objects, precious objects, door handles, car accessories, and such), but they're too pissed to get seriously involved in anything. — Andrew Miller

All of the books, all of them, stay within the same place, the same realm. I read and read and read and I don't find anything that even considers what actually happened to us. — Andrew Miller

Control is an advertising concept. — Andrew Miller

I started writing this to reach out to you, whoever you are, wherever you are. — Andrew Miller

Sometimes the heart demands. — Andrew Miller

The robot learns to love. A single, oily tear leaks down his cheek. We don't know whether he's crying or just needs maintenance. — Andrew Miller

We are, after all, human. There is something wild in those opposable thumbs. — Andrew Miller

She knows about men, knows a good deal of the world's character. But it is hard, whatever you have endured, to give up on love. Hard to stop thinking of it as a home you might one day find again. More than hard. — Andrew Miller

I regret, most of all, my shrivelled heart. So focused on the numbers. On the maths of my personal equation. Can a man change his heart? Are there ways to improve the spirit of who you are? Of why you choose? — Andrew Miller

Why are there no handsome priest in Paris? One has no inclination to confess anything to an ugly man. — Andrew Miller

And yet, in terms of its emotive potential, I still find art more attractive, currently, than books, which fail at a deeper level. — Andrew Miller

Can a cat be the true love of a human's life? The one great and enduring emotional connection? — Andrew Miller