'Tis very much like light, a thing that everybody knows, and yet none can tell what to make of it: 'Tis not money, fortune, joyntu...re, raving, stabbing, hanging, romancing, flouncing, swearing, ramping, desiring, fighting, dying, though all those have been, are, and still will be mistaken and miscalled for it.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The failures of the press have contributed immensely to the emergence of a talk-show nation, in which public discourse is reduced ...to ranting and raving and posturing. We now have a mainstream press whose news agenda is increasingly influenced by this netherworld.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Any owner of cats will know of what I speak. Cats come at dawn to sit on your bed. They may not nip your nose or inhale your breat...h or make a sound. They simply sit there and stare at you until you open one eyelid and spy them there about to drop dead for need of feeding. So it is with ideas. They come silently in the hour of trying to wake up and remember my name. The notions and fancies sit on the edge of my wits, whisper in my ears and then, if I don't rouse, give more than cats give: a good knock in the head, which gets me out and down to my typewriter before the ideas flee or die or both. In any event, I make the ideas come to me. I do not go to them. I provoke their patience by pretending disregard. This infuriates the latent creature until it is almost raving to be born and once born, nourished.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Without, the frost, the blinding snow, The storm-wind's moody madness--... Within, the firelight's ruddy glow, And childhood's nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Everyone probably thinks that I'm a raving nymphomaniac, that I have an insatiable sexual appetite, when the truth is I'd rather r...ead a book.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'm tired of earning my own living, paying my own bills, raising my own child. I'm tired of the sound of my own voice crying out i...n the wilderness, raving on about equality and justice and a new social order.... Self-sufficiency is exhausting. Autonomy is lonely. It's so hard to be a feminist if you are a woman.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The struggle alone pleases us, not the victory. We love to see animals fighting, not the victor raving over the vanquished.... It ...is the same in gambling, and the same in the search for truth.... We never seek things for themselves--what we seek is the very seeking of things.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can,... Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »