Trompowsky Opening Quotes & Sayings

Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don't work. — James Frey

conscience as her lover. Her husband. — Diana Gabaldon

Generally, I think most of my writing tends to have some kind of magical element to it. That's the way I can access the emotional life of the character. — Aimee Bender

I noticed that once you realize
someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself
watching them back. — Meg Rosoff

Think for thyself one good idea, but known to be thine own, is better than a thousand gleaned from fields by others sown. — Alexander Wilson

The church was old and grey, with ivy clinging to the walls, and round the porch. Shunning the tombs, it crept about the mounds, beneath which slept poor humble men: twining for them the first wreaths they had ever won, but wreaths less liable to wither and far more lasting in their kind, than some which were graven deep in stone and marble, and told in pompous terms of virtues meekly hidden for many a year, and only revealed at last to executors and mourning legatees. — Charles Dickens

Middle-class prosperity is lapidary; the flow of cash rounds and smooths a person like water does riverbed stones. — Neal Stephenson

Early in life, when I first saw waterlilies on the ripples of a lake, I didn't think they were flowers which grew from the water, but rather flowers which were mirrored from the shore into the lake. So many flowers grow in the silent waters of our souls, and they unfold their petals over the glaze of our consciousness: they grow from within us, but we think them reflections from the external world. — Lucian Blaga

So, when I write a piece of fiction I select my characters and settings and so on because they have a bearing, at least to me, on the old unanswerable philosophical questions. And as I spin out the action, I'm always very concerned with springing discoveries
actual philosophical discoveries. But at the same time I'm concerned
and finally more concerned
with what the discoveries do to the character who makes them, and to the people around him. It's that that makes me not really a philosopher, but a novelist. — John Gardner