11 ordspråk av Catherine Drinker Bowen
Catherine Drinker Bowen
Chamber music -- a conversation between friends.
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For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.
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Great artists treasure their time with a bitter and snarling miserliness.
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I speak truth, not so much as I would, but as much as I dare; and I dare a little more, as I grown older.
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In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fiction parts should be printed in red ink, the fact parts in black ink.
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In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fiction parts should be printed in red ink, the fact parts in black ink.
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Many a man who has known himself at ten forgets himself utterly between ten and thirty.
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The professors laugh at themselves, they laugh at life; they long ago abjured the bitch-goddess Success, and the best of them will fight for his scholastic ideals with a courage and persistence that would shame a soldier. The professor is not afraid of words like truth; in fact he is not afraid of words at all.
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Will the reader turn the page?
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Writers seldom choose as friends those self-contained characters who are never in trouble, never unhappy or ill, never make mistakes and always count their change when it is handed to them.
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Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.
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