Trollope Author Quotes & Sayings

I've been writing about Vermont independence for nearly ten years ... and, more often than not, it was for an audience of one. — Thomas Naylor

Too often, the pastoralist blames the weeds and seeks a chemical rather than a management solution; too seldom do we find an approach combining the sensible utilisation of grasshoppers and grubs as a valuable dried-protein supplement for fish or food pellets, and a combination of soil conditioning, slashing, and de-stocking or re-seeding to restore species balance. — Bill Mollison

Discussions of the effects of serial publication of Victorian novels on their authors and readers1 usually draw attention to the author's peculiar opportunities for cliff-hanging suspense, as, for instance, when Thackeray has Becky Sharp counter old Sir Pitt's marriage proposal at the end of Vanity Fair's fourth number with the revelation
that she is already married, and the reader must wait a month before the husband's identity is revealed. Or it may be pointed out how the author can modify his story in response to his readers' complaints or recommendations, as when Trollope records in his
Autobiography how he wrote Mrs Proudie out of the Barchester Chronicles after overhearing two clergymen in the Athenaeum complaining of his habit of reintroducing the same characters in his fiction. — Ian Gregor

You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine. — Thomas Traherne

As you love your own body, so regard everyone as equal to your own body. When the Supreme Experience supervenes, everyone's service is revealed as one's own service. Call it a bird, an insect, an animal or a man, call it by any name you please, one serves one's own Self in every one of them. — Anandamayi Ma

There's always room for Jell-O — David Byrne

Help us to make America great again. — Octavia E. Butler

Do I think every culture will embrace location technology? Yes. — Sam Altman

Out of respect to writers, you have to read the book in the way in which the author visualised it going out into the world. — Joanna Trollope

No novel is anything, for the purposes either of comedy or tragedy, unless the reader can sympathise with the characters whose names he finds upon the pages. Let an author so tell his tale as to touch his reader's heart and draw his tears, and he has, so far, done his work well. Truth let there be, --truth of description, truth of character, human truth as to men and women. If there be such truth, I do not know that a novel can be too sensational. — Anthony Trollope

But do I really want my vagina to heal over through lack of use either? — Nick Alexander

The author now leaves him in the hands of his readers: not as a hero, not as a man to be admired and talked of, not as a man who should be toasted at public dinners and spoken of with conventional absurdity as a perfect divine, but as a good man, without guile, believing humbly in the religion which he has striven to teach, and guided by the precepts which he has striven to learn. — Anthony Trollope

There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible. — Harper Lee

There is the review intended to sell a book, - which comes out immediately after the appearance of the book, or sometimes before it; the review which gives reputation, but does not affect the sale, and which comes a little later; the review which snuffs a book out quietly; the review which is to raise or lower the author a single peg, or two pegs, as the case may be; the review which is suddenly to make an author, and the review which is to crush him. — Anthony Trollope

The Plowshares activists easily cut through Kitsap's perimeter fence, hiked around the huge base for four hours, ignored all the warning signs, cut through two more fences, and got to within about forty feet of the bunkers where the nuclear warheads are stored. Father Bix was eighty-one at the time. Sister Anne was eighty-three. Having survived two open-heart surgeries, Father Bix brought along his nitroglycerine tablets and paused to take some during the long hike. — Anonymous

But ... that doesn't make any sense ... !'
'It does if you're a goat. — Linda Medley

Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the spring, to have loved, to have thought, to have done, to have advanced true friends? It isn't. I hope, wherever she is, she has that in her mind. — Mary Ann Shaffer

Interpreting the dance: young women in white dancing in a ring can only be virgins; old women in black dancing in a ring can only be witches; but middle-aged women in colors, square dancing ... ? — Mason Cooley

An author must be nothing if he do not love truth; a barrister must be nothing if he do. — Anthony Trollope

If the unicorn does live among the snows held up forever on the line of the Equator then it is clear why the world should know so little about them. — Odell Shepard

Vani showed concern in a manner that disturbed instead of soothed. From Vani, I realized that even humming could be loud and a sleeping person could be jarring. I learnt from her, a manner that, like my husband once said to me, "makes your invitations repulsive." From her, I understood that caring was about taking over and not about surrendering. Desirable — Pervin Saket

I find her [Frances Trollope] simply delightful, even in her prejudices and cantankerousness. It is a gift to an author to find a funny, wry, perceptive contemporary observer to whom the subject matter seems almost as different and alien, and requiring as much struggling to understand, as it did to me. — Charles R. Morris