A writer's job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as memories.
John IrvingRead
No one could have fathomed what a life he'd led, for it was chiefly a life lived in his mind.
Interpretation
This quote highlights the complexity of inner experiences that may be unknown to others.
John Irving's quote suggests that a person's true life and experiences are often layered and deeply personal, existing primarily within their thoughts and imagination. It emphasizes the richness of an individual's internal world, which may not be visible or comprehensible to others, thereby underscoring the unique and complex nature of human existence.
In practice
In a speech about mental health, one could say, 'No one could have fathomed what a life he'd led, for it was chiefly a life lived in his mind.'
A writer's job is to imagine everything so personally that the fiction is as vivid as memories.
No one but me ever put a hand on me to feel that baby. No one wanted to put his ear against it and listen...You shouldn't have a baby if there's no one who wants to feel it kick or listen to it move.
It's not very interesting to establish sympathy for people who, on the surface, are instantly sympathetic. I guess I'm always attracted to people who, if their lives were headlines in a newspaper, you might not be very sympathetic about them.
It is an important distinction to note that she looked not only as if she had taken good care of herself, but that she had good reason to have done so. (...) She looked to be in such total possession of her life that only the most confident men could continue to look at her if she looked back at them. Even in bus stations, she was a woman who was stared at only until she looked back.
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because he is the reason I believe in God. I am a Christian because of Owen Meany.
I will tell you what is my overriding perception of the last twenty years: that we are a civilization careening toward a succession of anticlimaxes β toward an infinity of unsatisfying, and disagreeable endings.
A priest once quoted to me the Roman saying that a religion is dead when the priests laugh at each other across the altar. I always laugh at the altar, be it Christian, Hindu, or Buddhist, because real religion is the transformation of anxiety into laughter.
When explorers first encountered my people, they called us heathens, sun worshippers. They didn't understand that the sun is a relative and illuminates our path on this earth.
People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.
Our paradigm now seems to be: Something terrible happened to us on September 11, and that gives us the right to interpret all future events in a way that everyone else in the world must agree with us. And if they don't, they can go straight to hell.
I wanted to invent myself as a fictional character. And I did, and it has caused a great deal of confusion.
A free people [claim] their rights as derived from the laws of nature, and not as the gift of their chief magistrate.
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