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Apr 1

Fiction is experimentation; when it ceases to be that, it ceases to be fiction. One never puts down a sentence without the feeling that it has never been put down before in such a way, and that perhaps even the substance of the sentence has never been felt. Every sentence is an innovation.

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John Cheever, interviewed by Annette Grant

The Art of Fiction No. 62, The Paris Review

I almost think just the opposite may be true for a reader.
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Also, I generally avoid reblogging posts with typos, but ‘Chesterson’ reminded me of something. Did you know that last names like Morrison and Peterson literally came from Morris’s Son and Peter’s Son? Because obviously maternity is way easier to prove, so dad’s have to brand their offspring. Isn’t that silly?

I almost think just the opposite may be true for a reader.

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Also, I generally avoid reblogging posts with typos, but ‘Chesterson’ reminded me of something. Did you know that last names like Morrison and Peterson literally came from Morris’s Son and Peter’s Son? Because obviously maternity is way easier to prove, so dad’s have to brand their offspring. Isn’t that silly?

Nov 6

Before him the mountains were blinding white in the sun. They looked new born out of the hand of some improvident god who’d perhaps not even puzzled out a use for them. That kind of new.

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- The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy
I’ve seen something like this once in Colorado.

Nov 6

Echols one time told me that tryin to get the best of a wolf is like tryin to get the best of a kid. It aint that they’re smarter. It’s just that they aint got all that much else to think about.

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The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy

Nov 6

He held the trap up and eyed the notch in the pan while he backed off one screw and adjusted the trigger. Crouched in the broken shadow with the sun at his back he looked to be truing some older, some subtler instrument. Astrolabe or sextant. Like a man bent at fixing himself someway in the world. Bent on trying by arc or chord the space between his being and the world that was. If there be such space. If it be knowable.

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The Crossing by Cormac McCarthy

(via straymessages)

theparisreview:

“History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.”
The Los Angeles Times on the art of becoming Edna O’Brien.
Read our interview with the Irish novelist here. Image Credit: Edna O’Brien, in Lake Park, County Wicklow, 1952. (Edna O’Brien / Little, Brown and Company.

theparisreview:

“History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.”

The Los Angeles Times on the art of becoming Edna O’Brien.

Read our interview with the Irish novelist here. Image Credit: Edna O’Brien, in Lake Park, County Wicklow, 1952. (Edna O’Brien / Little, Brown and Company.

A man in a state of mental torture is sometimes better equipped to approach the truth than scholars.

- Dai Sijie, Once on a Moonless Night (via change-lings)

Apr 3

"the plural is unavoidable"

meesheesonoda:

“This plan is so vast that each individual contribution to it is infinitesimal.” (22)

- From Tlön, Uqbar, Prbis Tertius in Ficcones, Jorge Luis Borge

Apr 3

that is all, that is all.

meesheebabee:

So on a summer’s day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying “that is all” more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, commuting its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall. And the body alone listens to the passing bee; the wave breaking; the dog barking, far away barking and barking.

- Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

Apr 3

What I wish to be understood is, that man is an unthankful animal, and of such rare inconsistency of temper, that he seldom foregoes an opportunity to punish the virtue which he so loudly applauds.

- Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself by Robert Montgomery Bird (via straymessages)