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Clark Sheldon talks William Lindsay Gresham
There have been some great researchers who have worked on the life of William Lindsay Gresham, making his life story and work more available. So far though, there is no biography on his life. Clark Sheldon is working to change that. In this interview, he describes how he got interested in Gresham, little-known facts about his life, and what he hopes more people will explore about Gresham’s life.
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“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.”
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“Don't think you can persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.”
― Red Dragon
― Red Dragon
“To write a novel, you begin with what you can see and then you add what came before and what came after.
...You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It's all there and you just have to find it.”
― Red Dragon
...You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It's all there and you just have to find it.”
― Red Dragon
“Why aren't you in school? I see you every day wandering around."
"Oh, they don't miss me," she said. "I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or talking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? An hour of TV class, an hour of basketball or baseball or running, another hour of transcription history or painting pictures, and more sports, but do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing, and us sitting there for four more hours of film-teacher. That's not social to me at all. It's a lot of funnels and lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not. They run us so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything but go to bed or head for a Fun Park to bully people around, break windowpanes in the Window Smasher place or wreck cars in the Car Wrecker place with the big steel ball. Or go out in the cars and race on the streets, trying to see how close you can get to lampposts, playing 'chicken' and 'knock hubcaps.' I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?”
― Fahrenheit 451
"Oh, they don't miss me," she said. "I'm antisocial, they say. I don't mix. It's so strange. I'm very social indeed. It all depends on what you mean by social, doesn't it? Social to me means talking to you about things like this." She rattled some chestnuts that had fallen off the tree in the front yard. "Or talking about how strange the world is. Being with people is nice. But I don't think it's social to get a bunch of people together and then not let them talk, do you? An hour of TV class, an hour of basketball or baseball or running, another hour of transcription history or painting pictures, and more sports, but do you know, we never ask questions, or at least most don't; they just run the answers at you, bing, bing, bing, and us sitting there for four more hours of film-teacher. That's not social to me at all. It's a lot of funnels and lot of water poured down the spout and out the bottom, and them telling us it's wine when it's not. They run us so ragged by the end of the day we can't do anything but go to bed or head for a Fun Park to bully people around, break windowpanes in the Window Smasher place or wreck cars in the Car Wrecker place with the big steel ball. Or go out in the cars and race on the streets, trying to see how close you can get to lampposts, playing 'chicken' and 'knock hubcaps.' I guess I'm everything they say I am, all right. I haven't any friends. That's supposed to prove I'm abnormal. But everyone I know is either shouting or dancing around like wild or beating up one another. Do you notice how people hurt each other nowadays?”
― Fahrenheit 451
“You ask Why to a lot of things and you wind up very unhappy indeed, if you keep at it. The poor girl's better off dead”
― Fahrenheit 451
― Fahrenheit 451
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Sørina wrote: "I'm looking for a recommendation: I'd like a lovely little collection of poetry celebrating the beauties of the body. A sweet little hardback (like the Everyman's Pocket Poetry editions) would be n..."No titles spring to mind. The only thing I can think of is something containing Walt Whitman's I Sing the Body Electric.
I'm looking for a recommendation: I'd like a lovely little collection of poetry celebrating the beauties of the body. A sweet little hardback (like the Everyman's Pocket Poetry editions) would be nice, and I'd prefer an anthology rather than a single-authored collection. Do you have any suggestions?
