Russell Hoban Quotes
There must be a lot of people in the world being wondered about by people who don't see them anymore.
Language is an archaeological vehicle... the language we speak is a whole palimpsest of human effort and history.
After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?
But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself.
Nothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if were put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
When you suffer an attack of nerves you're being attacked by the nervous system. What chance has a man got against a system?.
And now it seems she's on my wavelength. That's all I need. My mind isn't much of a comfort to me but at least I thought it was private.
An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.
Me, what's that after all? An arbitrary limitation of being bounded by the people before and after and on either side. Where they leave off I begin, and vice versa.
A map is the dead body of where you've been. A map is the unborn baby of where you're going. There are no maps. Maps are pictures of what isn't.
I have no wisdom and nothing useful to tell you - I only mentioned this because it came into my head.
Sometimes there's nothing but Sundays for weeks on end. Why can't they move Sunday to the middle of the week so you could put it in the OUT tray on your desk?
Who is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger
I'll never retire. They'll have to take my computer out of my cold, dead hands. I'm addicted to writing. I feel physically unwell if I'm not doing it.
My generation was somewhat between things, neither free nor much supported by whatever held us in.
Usually my starting point is something that I've seen. It might be a painting, it might be an object. But they always start from a definite sensory experience.
Fidelity is a matter of perception; nobody is unfaithful to the sea or to mountains or to death: once recognized they fill the heart.
If reality had a stage door I'd hang around there to see what comes out after the show.
I'd always assumed I was the central character in my own story, but now it occured to me I might in fact be only a minor character in someone else's.
Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing. . . Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.
Have you paused to consider that there is no way out? Each way out of one situation necessarily being the way into another situation.
Stil it takes you strange walking in your old foot steps like that. Putting your groan up foot where your chyld foot run nor dint know nothing what wer coming.
The silence sat down with them like an invisible creature with its finger to its lips.
Dont you know if you keap getting a head of your self youwl jus only fall over your self when you get to where you are going?
There were times when it seemed the different parts of him where not all under the same management.
I have forgotten more of my life than I remember, and with my forgetting I have lost my being.
We make fiction because we are fiction ... It lived us into being and it lives us still.
He was thinking what a long and wide thing time is, to have so many happenings in it.
Iyther you dont know nothing or you know too much it dont seam like theres any thing in be twean.
