The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
A. S. ByattRead
Coherence and closure are deep human desires that are presently unfashionable. But they are always both frightening and enchantingly desirable. "Falling in love," characteristically, combs the appearances of the word, and of the particular lover's history, out of a random tangle and into a coherent plot.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the human need for coherence in love, despite its complexities.
A. S. Byatt suggests that love has the power to transform chaotic emotions and experiences into a meaningful narrative. It reflects on our innate desire for clarity and closure in relationships, highlighting how love can create a sense of order from life's randomness, even though this desire sometimes appears outdated or challenging to pursue.
In practice
A wedding speech about the beauty of love's narrative power.
The more research you do, the more at ease you are in the world you're writing about. It doesn't encumber you, it makes you free.
It's because I'm a feminist that I can't stand women limiting other women's imaginations. It really makes me angry.
Why do we take pleasure in gruesome death, neatly packaged as a puzzle to which we may find a satisfactory solution through clues - or if we are not clever enough, have it revealed by the all-powerful tale-teller at the end of the book? It is something to do with being reduced to, and comforted by, playing by the rules.
Never stop paying attention to things. Never make your mind up finally. Do not hold beliefs.
Only write to me, write to me, I love to see the hop and skip and sudden starts of your ink.
I am a creature of my pen. My pen is the best of me.
Thoroughly convinced of the impossibility of his own suit, a high resolve constrained him not to injure that of another. This is a lover's most stoical virtue, as the lack of it is a lover's most venial sin.
Whenever she turned her steep focus to me, I felt the warmth that flowers must feel when they bloom through the snow, under the first concentrated rays of the sun.
Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again."_x000D_ _x000D_ "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"_x000D_ _x000D_ "Yes. I want to ruin you."_x000D_ _x000D_ "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.
My Constanze is the virtuous, honourable, discreet, and faithful darling of her honest and kindly-disposed Mozart.
This is love: to fly toward a secret sky
Love brings up everything unlike itself.
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