Said an opponent to me after my last protest was sent in, what party would you vote for, if you could? Neither. I would have a mor...al sentiment party. I would know the private character of my candidate, would know also whether he takes care of his own property--whether he had failed in business--if so, whether he had paid back every dollar of debt as fast as he had earned them. Yes, every candidate should be examined morally, and if it be found that he has not been true to the monitions of conscience in one direction, he cannot or will not be in another ...LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
'In a car like the Roxy I'd roll to the track, A steel-guitar trio, a bar in the back,... And the wheels made no noise, they turned over so fast, Still it took you ten minutes to see me go past.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
And in the next instant, immediately behind them, Victor saw his former wife. At once he lowered his gaze, automatically tap...ping his cigarette to dislodge the ash that had not yet had time to form. From somewhere low down his heart rose like a fist to deliver an uppercut, drew back, struck again, then went into a fast disorderly throb, contradicting the music and drowning it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
...we went on to Douglas, Arizona, and ... got in ahead of time. I asked the pilot the reason, and he told me we had a tail wind, ...which meant fast going. Right then it struck me that a tail wind was a mighty handy thing to have, in a lot of ways besides flying. I could look back over my life and think of quite a few times when a tail wind would have been right useful.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion,... A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past, which are devoured As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Run fast, stand still. This, the lesson from lizards. For all writers. Observe almost any survival creature, you see the same. Jum...p, run, freeze. In the ability to flick like an eyelash, crack like a whip, vanish like steam, here this instant, gone the next--life teems the earth. And when that life is not rushing to escape, it is playing statues to do the same. See the hummingbird, there, not there. As thought arises and blinks off, so this thing of summer vapor; the clearing of a cosmic throat, the fall of a leaf. And where it was--a whisper. What can we writers learn from lizards, lift from birds? In quickness is truth. The faster you blurt, the more swiftly you write, the more honest you are. In hesitation is thought. In delay comes the effort for a style, instead of leaping upon truth which is the only style worth deadfalling or tiger-trapping. In between the scurries and flights, what? Be a chameleon, ink- blend, chromosome change with the landscape. Be a pet rock, lie with the dust, rest in the rainwater in the filled barrel by the drainspout outside your grandparents' window long ago.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am sure my bones would not rest in an English grave, or my clay mix with the earth of that country. I believe the thought would ...drive me mad on my death-bed could I suppose that any of my friends would be base enough to convey my carcass back to her soil. I would not even feed her worms if I could help it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »