“I worry I don’t see things the way everyone else does.”
On her anxieties as a writer (as quoted in “I Have Lost All Interest in Having a Self” https://slate.com/culture/2019/09/coventry-rachel-cusk-review.html) (2019 Sep 19)
[Powley, Adam, Robert, Gillan, Shankly's Village: The Extraordinary Life and Times of Glenbuck and its Famous Footballing Sons, https://books.google.com/books?id=Qe7NCgAAQBAJ&pg=PT162&lpg=PT162&dq=%22The+socialism+I+believe+in+is+everyone+working+for+each+other,+everyone+having+a+share+of+the+rewards.+It%27s+the+way+I+see+football,+the+way+I+see+life.%22&source=bl#v=onepage, 2016-08-18, 2015, Worthing, UK, Pitch, 931595421, 9781785310706]
“I worry I don’t see things the way everyone else does.”
On her anxieties as a writer (as quoted in “I Have Lost All Interest in Having a Self” https://slate.com/culture/2019/09/coventry-rachel-cusk-review.html) (2019 Sep 19)
1975 - 1987
Source: POPism (1980); as quoted in Warhol in his own words – Untitled Statements ( 1963 – 1987), selected by Neil Printz, in Andy Warhol, retrospective, Art and Bullfinch Press / Little Brown, 1989, pp. 457 – 467
Preface to The Autumn in the Spring (May 1932) http://www.learn-chinese.org/modernprose1/bachun/chunt01.htm
Context: In the past several years, my hard work, my books which I wrote through blood and tears, and the purpose of my life all has been focused on: helping everyone to have a spring, so that everyone's heart will be bright, everyone will have a happy life, and everyone will have the freedom to develop in any way they want. I aroused people to have thirst for, thirst for brightness; I put a cause in front of people, a cause which is worthy of people's devotion. But all of my hard work was destroyed by another power. After arousing a young soul, it only made him or her suffer more unbearable trampling torment.
“I believed all along,
one day
everyone would go mad
just to see me sane.”
<span class="plainlinks"> Before Making Decisions https://greysparrowpress.sharepoint.com/Pages/Fall2015Pokhrel.aspx/</span>
From Poetry