The writer is the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and independent of influence.
Don DelilloRead
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.
Interpretation
Life is fleeting and time is precious.
This quote emphasizes the brevity of life, suggesting that our existence is often reduced to mere weeks and days, highlighting the importance of valuing every minute we have. It serves as a reminder to live fully in the present and to make the most of the limited time we are given.
In practice
During a motivational speech about making the most of our time.
The writer is the person who stands outside society, independent of affiliation and independent of influence.
War is the form nostalgia takes when men are hard-pressed to say something good about their country.
American writers ought to stand and live in the margins, and be more dangerous.
For me, writing is a concentrated form of thinking.
I used to think it was possible for an artist to alter the inner life of the culture. Now bomb-makers and gunmen have taken that territory.
[I]n the American soul there is a lonely individual standing in a vast landscape. β¨He is either on a horse or driving a car, depending, and either way heβs carrying a gun. β¨This is one of the essential images in American mythology.
At the core of life is a hard purposefulness, a determination to live.
Unhappiness is something we are never taught about; we are taught to expect happiness, but never a Plan B to use to use when the happiness doesn't arrive.
Anyone who's looked into a newborn's innocent eyes should realize how incredible it is to be blessed with a new life.
After the pain of this disappointment her heart once more stood empty, and the succession of identical days began again.
Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel.
The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.
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