William Saroyan
I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn’t happiness. — William Saroyan, The Bicycle Rider in Beverly Hills ( Charles Scribner’s Sons; 1st edition, January 1, 1952)
Category: Autobiography
Frederick Buechner
It was the upward-reaching and fathomlessly hungering, heart-breaking love for the beauty of the world at its most beautiful, and, beyond that, for that beauty east of the sun and west of the moon which is past the reach of all but our most desperate desiring and is finally the beauty of Beauty itself, of… Continue reading Frederick Buechner
James Salter
A writer cannot really grasp what he has written. It is not like a building or a sculpture; it cannot be seen whole. It is only a kind of smoke seized and printed on a page. — James Salter, Burning the Days: Recollection (Knopf Doubleday, 2011)
Joan Didion
Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember. — Joan Didion, Blue Nights. (Knopf; First Edition edition November 1, 2011)
C.S. Lewis
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. — C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed . (HarperOne July 28, 2009) Originally published 1961.
Jean-Dominique Bauby
I need to feel strongly, to love and admire, just as desperately as I need to breathe. — Jean-Dominique Bauby, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. (Vintage June 23, 1998)
Henry Rollins
The moon will never lie to anyone. Be like the moon. No one hates the moon or wants to kill it. The moon does not take antidepressants and never gets sent to prison. The moon never shot a guy in the face and ran away. The moon has been around a long time and has… Continue reading Henry Rollins
Ernest Hemingway
When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good… Continue reading Ernest Hemingway
Laura Lynne Jackson
Nobody lives a small life. No one is forgotten by the universe. ― Laura Lynne Jackson, The Light Between Us: Stories from Heaven, Lessons for the Living. ( Spiegel & Grau, October 27, 2015)
Laura Lynne Jackson
We are not bodies with souls. We are souls with bodies. ― Laura Lynne Jackson, The Light Between Us: Stories from Heaven, Lessons for the Living . ( Spiegel & Grau, October 27, 2015)
The Vale of Soul-Making 