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Source: The Structure of Evolutionary Theory (2002), p. 778
Source: The Structure of Evolutionary Theory (2002), p. 1009
“Having touched Christ's feet is not an excuse for punctuation mistakes.”
A Factless Autobiography, Richard Zenith Edition, Lisbon, 2006, p 229
The Book of Disquiet
Original: O ter tocado os pés de Cristo não é desculpa para defeitos de pontuação.
Introduction
The Common Background of Greek and Hebrew Civilizations (1965 [1962])
“Real writers are those who want to write, need to write, have to write.”
“You have to recognize those writers who are artists in the same sense as the musicians.”
As quoted in "Meet Clare Fischer" http://cdassassin.wordpress.com/2010/10/28/1999-interview-at-allaboutjazz-com/
“I said "writer," not "poet;" I did have some common sense.”
On Writing Poetry (1995)
Context: My English teacher from 1955, run to ground by some documentary crew trying to explain my life, said that in her class I had showed no particular promise. This was true. Until the descent of the giant thumb, I showed no particular promise. I also showed no particular promise for some time afterwards, but I did not know this. A lot of being a poet consists of willed ignorance. If you woke up from your trance and realized the nature of the life-threatening and dignity-destroying precipice you were walking along, you would switch into actuarial sciences immediately. If I had not been ignorant in this particular way, I would not have announced to an assortment of my high school female friends, in the cafeteria one brown-bag lunchtime, that I was going to be a writer. I said "writer," not "poet;" I did have some common sense. But my announcement was certainly a conversation-stopper. Sticks of celery were suspended in mid-crunch, peanut-butter sandwiches paused halfway between table and mouth; nobody said a word. One of those present reminded me of this incident recently — I had repressed it — and said she had been simply astounded. "Why?," I said. "Because I wanted to be a writer?" "No," she said. "Because you had the guts to say it out loud."
Out of Control: The New Biology of Machines, Social Systems and the Economic World (1995), New Rules for the New Economy: 10 Radical Strategies for a Connected World (1999)