Jamaica Kincaid (1949) Antiguan-American novelist, essayist, gardener, and gardening writer
Source: The Autobiography of My Mother
Source: Brideshead Revisited: The Sacred and Profane Memories of Captain Charles Ryder
Jamaica Kincaid (1949) Antiguan-American novelist, essayist, gardener, and gardening writer
Source: The Autobiography of My Mother
“I barely knew I had skin before I met you.”
Sarah Waters book The Paying Guests
Source: The Paying Guests
“Before i knew the best part of my life had come, it had gone….”
Ashleigh Brilliant (1933) American author and cartoonist
Robert G. Ingersoll (1833–1899) Union United States Army officer
And yet, I am held responsible.
Orthodoxy (1884)
“Twice and thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name.”
John Donne (1572–1631) English poet
Air and Angels, stanza 1
“I knew I wanted to write. I had dreamed about it for years.”
Alex Haley (1921–1992) African American biographer, screenwriter, and novelist
"The Shadowland of Dreams".
Context: I knew I wanted to write. I had dreamed about it for years. I wasn’t going to be one of those people who die wondering, “What if?” I would keep putting my dream to the test — even though it meant living with uncertainty and fear of failure. This is the Shadowland of hope, and anyone with a dream must learn to live there. If you can't live here, get back to YOUR roots and LEARN to live here!
James Baldwin (1924–1987) (1924-1987) writer from the United States
Source: Collected Essays: Notes of a Native Son / Nobody Knows My Name / The Fire Next Time / No Name in the Street / The Devil Finds Work / Other
Harry Harrison The Stainless Steel Rat
Original short-story, "The Stainless Steel Rat" in Astounding magazine (August 1957) http://www.iol.ie/~carrollm/hh/ssrshort.htm <br class="br">The Stainless Steel Rat <br class="br">Context: When the office door opened suddenly I knew the game was up. It had been a money-maker — but it was all over. As the cop walked in I sat back in the chair and put on a happy grin. He had the same sombre expression and heavy foot that they all have — and the same lack of humour. I almost knew to the word what he was going to say before he uttered a syllable.<br>"James Bolivar diGriz I arrest you on the charge—"<br>I was waiting for the word charge, I thought it made a nice touch that way. As he said it I pressed the button that set off the charge of black powder in the ceiling, the crossbeam buckled and the three-ton safe dropped through right on the top of the cop's head. He squashed very nicely, thank you. The cloud of plaster dust settled and all I could see of him was one hand, slightly crumpled. It twitched a bit and the index finger pointed at me accusingly. His voice was a little muffled by the safe and sounded a bit annoyed. In fact he repeated himself a bit.<br>"On the charge of illegal entry, theft, forgery—"<br>He ran on like that for quite a while, it was an impressive list but I had heard it all before. I didn't let it interfere with my stuffing all the money from the desk drawers into my suitcase. The list ended with a new charge and I would swear on a stack of thousand credit notes that high that there was a hurt tone in his voice.<br>"In addition the charge of assaulting a police robot will be added to your record."
“I knew that I had been chosen as God's instrument for the work of the healing of the nation.”
Stanley Baldwin (1867–1947) Former Prime Minister of the United Kingdom
Letter from 1938, as quoted in My Father : The True Story (1955) by A. W. Baldwin, pp. 327 - 328
1938