Such A Long Journey Novel Quotes & Sayings

Nothing is intrinsically or ultimately bad. Any situation that arises is only relatively good or bad based on many factors, including - most significantly - how you perceive the situation and how you respond to it. — Ogyen Trinley Dorje

Time & Money. They're always the deciding factors. — Joanne Fluke

An acre of performance is worth a whole world of promise. — William Dean Howells

Writing an essay is like a school assignment: I have my topic, I organize my thoughts, and I write it. I have complete control over what I'm doing. Writing a novel is like setting out on a journey without knowing who or what I'll encounter, how long it's going to take, or where I'm going to end up. — Tawni O'Dell

It's more important to get the right writer and the right take than it is to do something in a particular timeframe. — Gale Anne Hurd

Rohinton Mistry's celebrated novel 'Such a Long Journey' was pulled off the syllabus of Mumbai University because local extremists objected to its content. — Salman Rushdie

No verse is libre for the man who wants to do a good job. — Ezra Pound

I have to find my happy thoughts, and my pain, and let them do their alchemic dance to become words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, and eventually a novel. It always seems a little improbable that I can sit at a blank computer screen and just keep typing until I have a whole book. It's like getting into your car with a full tank of gas, but no idea where you're going, or how long the journey will be, but there's an envelope in the glove compartment. It will contain the first clue, and the direction to start driving.

What direction do we start? South - lets burn this mother fucker down! — Laurell K. Hamilton

Writing a novel is like taking a long cross-country journey. The hardest part is getting going, making sure you have all the items you need to take with you, double- and triple-checking that the route you're taking is the best way. So often you leave your driveway and start north when you realize you actually needed to head southwest. I've never written a novel without a certain number of false starts. And it never seems to get easier. Part of me thinks it only gets harder. — Travis Thrasher

Blackouts can be fun if approached with the right mindset. You just can't sweat the fact that you've lost a small portion of your life for all eternity. Occasionally, little bubbles of memory will float up like surreal Mylar party balloons at unexpected times throughout the net day and start piecing together a colorful, if incomplete, version of reality. — Josh Kilmer-Purcell

After all it was for one justice which is short..., but the journey up to this justice was very long.
(Red 2008 Film) — Deyth Banger

There was no way I was knocking on his door when I made my pizza or beans. No way in hell. In fact, I was moving the first chance I could get. — Kristen Ashley

I admit that at times my prayer for my children is nothing more than vocalized unbelief aimed at God. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

The journey itself was the architect of the wood. The interior would never be fully dark because the struggle had cracked it, providing an avenue for the light. — Lisa Wingate

I created my lane. No one can ever run my lane because it's mine. I'm the Michael Jackson of my lane. And you know, nobody was as great as Michael. I love Prince, but he's not Michael. — Young Jeezy

Great men cultivate love and only little men cherish a spirit of hatred; assistance given to the weak makes the one who gives it strong; oppression of the unfortunate makes one weak. — Booker T. Washington

You want the heart of that girl. — Pierdomenico Baccalario

Maybe I should have played two more Australians and two less Davis Cups? I could have had more majors and still have three Davis Cups when most people don't have one. — John McEnroe

I am sick of Mr. Bingley," cried his wife. — Jane Austen

The real Mary Poppins got lost when Hollywood turned her into a cream puff. — Anita Diament

Jasmine shook her head. She had forgotten about the tales of the Jinn that her father warned her about. Now, being here the memories were returning like a slow and purposeful
spider. With its long, black legs the nightmares would creep into her mind each time she closed her eyes. Then, she would see through the creature's murky eyes. She would see the carcass of a deer as it lay in the glistening white. She would watch the hyena tearing at its sweated flesh, blood seeping into the snow forming warm pools of death around her feet. And in that moment, the deer shifted. It shifted into the shape of a young boy. — Shereen Malherbe