“I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”
Allen Ginsberg (1926–1997) American poet
Source: The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems 1937-1952
Source: Hamlet
“I don't do anything with my life except romanticize and decay with indecision.”
Allen Ginsberg (1926–1997) American poet
Source: The Book of Martyrdom and Artifice: First Journals and Poems 1937-1952
“Nothing in life is sure, my son. Except the promise of death.”
David Gemmell book The King Beyond the Gate
Source: Drenai series, The King Beyond the Gate, Ch. 4
Evelyn Waugh (1903–1966) British writer
Source: Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
Annie Ernaux book La femme gelée
Quoted in Mother Reader by Moyra Davey (Seven Stories Press, 2011), p. xvii
A Frozen Woman (1981)
Leopold II of Belgium (1835–1909) King of the Belgians
Leopold II, Het hele Verhaal, Johan Op De Beeck Horizon, 2020 https://klara.be/leopold-ii-aflevering-2-0 ISBN 9789463962094
“I do not have many things that are meaningful to me. Except my doubts and my fears. And my art.”
Chaim Potok book My Name Is Asher Lev
Source: My Name Is Asher Lev
“I've never had a message for someone in my entire life. Except maybe to give out my room number.”
Bon Scott (1946–1980) Rock musician
From The Good Times, July 1979.
Bernard Malamud (1914–1986) American author
Address at Bennington College (30 October 1984) as published in "Reflections of a Writer: Long Work, Short Life" in The New York Times (20 March 1988)
Context: I have written almost all my life. My writing has drawn, out of a reluctant soul, a measure of astonishment at the nature of life. And the more I wrote well, the better I felt I had to write.
In writing I had to say what had happened to me, yet present it as though it had been magically revealed. I began to write seriously when I had taught myself the discipline necessary to achieve what I wanted. When I touched that time, my words announced themselves to me. I have given my life to writing without regret, except when I consider what in my work I might have done better. I wanted my writing to be as good as it must be, and on the whole I think it is. I would write a book, or a short story, at least three times — once to understand it, the second time to improve the prose, and a third to compel it to say what it still must say.
Somewhere I put it this way: first drafts are for learning what one's fiction wants him to say. Revision works with that knowledge to enlarge and enhance an idea, to re-form it. Revision is one of the exquisite pleasures of writing: The men and things of today are wont to lie fairer and truer in tomorrow's meadow, Henry Thoreau said.
I don't regret the years I put into my work. Perhaps I regret the fact that I was not two men, one who could live a full life apart from writing; and one who lived in art, exploring all he had to experience and know how to make his work right; yet not regretting that he had put his life into the art of perfecting the work.