“You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.”
Rachel Caine (1962) American writer
Source: Midnight Alley
Cordelia's Honor (1996), "Author's Afterword"
“You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.”
Rachel Caine (1962) American writer
Source: Midnight Alley
“When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target.”
George Fisher (musician) (1970) vocalist for Cannibal Corpse
Wyndham Lewis (1882–1957) writer and painter
Notes to Kenneth Allott, as quoted in Contemporary Verse (1948) edited by Kenneth Allott<!-- Penguin, London -->
Context: Certainly Mr Eliot in the twenties was responsible for a great vogue for verse-satire. An ideal formula of ironic, gently "satiric", self-expression was provided by that master for the undergraduate underworld, tired and thirsty for poetic fame in a small way. The results of Mr Eliot are not Mr Eliot himself: but satire with him has been the painted smile of the clown. Habits of expression ensuing from mannerism are, as a fact, remote from the central function of satire. In its essence the purpose of satire — whether verse or prose — is aggression. (When whimsical, sentimental, or "poetic" it is a sort of bastard humour.) Satire has a great big glaring target. If successful, it blasts a great big hole in the center. Directness there must be and singleness of aim: it is all aim, all trajectory.
“Education is learning what you didn't even know you didn't know.”
Daniel J. Boorstin (1914–2004) American historian
A Case of Hypochondria, Newsweek (6 July 1970).
“How could you disguise your own thoughts so even you didn't know what you were thinking?”
Orson Scott Card (1951) American science fiction novelist
Homecoming saga, The Memory Of Earth (1992)
“It is the most wonderful feeling in the world, you know, knowing you are loved and wanted.”
Jayne Mansfield (1933–1967) American actress, singer, model
Source: On Being Blonde (2004), p. 79
“Aim high. You may still miss the target but at least you won’t shoot your foot off.”
Lois McMaster Bujold Vorkosigan Saga
Vorkosigan Saga, Komarr (1998)
Source: Miles in Love
Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) Austrian poet and writer
You Who Never Arrived (as translated by Stephen Mitchell) (1913-1914)
Context: You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don't even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of the next
moment.