N.B. Williams Quotes
I am the opposite of a stage magician. He gives you illusion that has the appearance of truth. I give you truth in the pleasant disguise of illusion.
It's true what they say, then-history is written by the victors.
Please, Kenzie, Jonah thought. Please, please, please back off from this. His life wasn't much, but it was all he had, this small safe space, walled in by secrets.
Chocolate cured just about everything, but being a crocodile's chew-toy was on a whole other level.
To write, ” Marguerite Duras remarked, “is also not to speak. It is to keep silent. It is to howl noiselessly.
When the universe presented unexpected gifts to the undeserving, how else were they to react, except with sheer paranoia?
A sense of his own identity came upon him with sudden force, and he felt the power of it. He was himself, and he knew what he had been.
Just give us until Rome.” The tears escaped. “Just give us until Rome, Melanie.
Even if the job you’re assigned is not to your liking, a Matelon will see it done.
People’s beliefs and faiths are as a result of their place of birth, or how they were brought up
Just tell me you don't love me, and I'll let the matter drop.""What?""What I said. Just say, 'Rai, I don't love you and I never will'. It's that simple.""Raisa, this is getting us nowhere.""Say it!
Well, that's the thing about choices, isn't it? There are always more to make. I've never seen a street where you couldn't cross to the other side.
Human beings are not seamless smooth creations, they have insoluble parts, and the closer you look the more mysterious they become.
Humor relieves the tension between what we see or desire but repress in order to sustain a survivable illusion about the world we live in. As such it's always potent stuff, and dangerous.
All your Western theologies, the whole mythology of them, are based on the concept of God as a senile delinquent
Human milk is like ice cream, penicillin, and the drug ecstasy all wrapped up in two pretty packages.
When I look in the mirror, I see a woman with secrets. When we don’t listen to our intuition, we abandon our souls. And we abandon our souls because we are afraid if we don’t, others will abandon us.
He trusted the cosmos – but not necessarily the powers that held sway on earth.
He called himself Jack, a plain handshake of a name, a far cry from the Clive Staples he had been christened, and to be Jack was the hard work of a lifetime.
As the honors accrued, creativity diminished.
Self-deprecation is the appropriate response of any new convert, as he matches his stained soul against the purity of God.
If your attitude affect's your point of view, and your point of view affects your emotions, and your emotions reinforce your attitude, then why not choose a positive attitude?
Their story, yours, mine - it's what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them.
We still thought that we were the only two people in the world who were interested in the right kind of things in the right kind of way. C.S. Lewis
The author observes of the Inklings, "they make a perfect compass rose of faith: talking the Catholic, Lewis the "mere Christian, " Williams the Anglican, Barfield the esotericist.
Barfield understood his epochal experience are not as a rebound from love sickness, but as a spiritual epiphany that cured a spiritual illness.
Lewis was studying literary history with the present and future in mind.
Recovery is the ability to see things with clarity, "freed from the drab blur of greatness or familiarity – from possessiveness.
Kindness and pain, joy and suffering are twins in this fallen world.
Let bricks of truth fill the skies and send their walls of conformity crashing downAnd let the heavens echo with the blows of our liberation
She did not know where her home was anymore, and this idea didn’t frighten her like it should. - Bohemian Grove
The HurricaneThe tree lay downon the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.
Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.
...love, all at once and much, much too completely. It's like you suddenly turn a blinding light on something that had always been half a shadow...
J.R.R. Tolkien, said a student, "could turn a lecture room into a mead hall in which he was the bard and we were the feasting, listening guests.
Her body was rounded like earth. Stories. Breath. . . . Her eyes have been painted closed. I understand. To tell a story you must travel inward.
Listening over and over to the voices through a family of instruments allowed us to recognize and appreciate the dignity and uniqueness of each living thing in the meadow and forest.
The last thing Pa and Big Ma wanted to hear was how we made a grand Negro spectacle of ourselves thirty thousand feet up in the air around all these white people.
Like all great readers, he could create for himself a "wall of stillness".
One cannot underestimate boredom as an incentive to write.