Wijnvoord Entertainer Quotes & Sayings

One of the strongest motivations for rereading is purely selfish: it helps you remember what you used to be like. Open an old paperback, spangled with marginalia in a handwriting you outgrew long ago, and memories will jump out with as much vigor as if you'd opened your old diary. These book-memories, says Hazlitt, are "pegs and loops on which we can hang up, or from which we can take down, at pleasure, the wardrobe of a moral imagination, the relics of our best affections, the tokens and records of our happiest hours." Or our unhappiest. Rereading forces you to spend time, at claustrophobically close range, with your earnest, anxious, pretentious, embarrassing former self, a person you thought you had left behind but who turns out to have been living inside you all along. — Anne Fadiman

It took me a long time to understand not to get caught up in other people's expectations. It really comes down to creative fulfillment. It took me a while to realize I don't want to just be on a show to be on a show. — Jim Gaffigan

What is truth? I think stating a truth could be dangerous, because we are locking something in and therefore making it harder for ourselves to change beyond that certain thought or concept. — Richard Brancatisano

And, re-assembling our afflicted powers, consult how we may henceforth most offend. — John Milton

The place smelled like Sam
or, I guess, he smelled like the store. Like ink and old building and something more leafy than coffee but less interesting than weed. It was all very ... erudite. I felt surrounded by conversations I had no interest in participating in. — Maggie Stiefvater

A translator is to be like his author; it is not his business to excel him. — Samuel Johnson

It wasn't about mechanics; it was about a feeling, wanting to give someone something, which in turn was really gratifying. That really resonated for me. — Thomas Keller

If you try to hold people to your standard of conduct you will go mad with disappointment and grief. — Bryant McGill

The man stood alone by the hive. On impulse he put his palm against the wood, as if feeling for a pulse. — Laline Paull

You have to be taught to hate. — Dave Brubeck