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Love. Fall in love and stay in love. Write only what you love, and love what you write. The key word is love. You have to get up in the morning and wr...more

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From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people fee...more

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Writing keeps death at bay. Every book I write is a triumph over death. ... If we did not know we’d die, we’d wander around and sleep like cats.

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If we listened to our intellect, we'd never have a love affair. We'd never have a friendship. We'd never go into business, because we'd be cynical. We...more

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The river was very real; it held him comfortably and gave him the time at last, the leisure, to consider this month, this year, and a lifetime of year...more

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How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike. They stood like the naked pipes of a vast derelict c...more

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There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire...more

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Please, please, help me grow to be like them, the ones'll soon be here, who never grow old, can't die, that's what they say, can't die, no matter what...more

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I know you've heard it a thousand times before. But it's true - hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. ...more

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He was in Guanajuato, Mexico, he was a writer, and tonight was the Day of the Dead ceremony. He was in a little room on the second floor of a hotel, a...more

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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes ...more

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I’m the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It’s just the opposite of love.

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Once you kill all of us, and you're alone, you'll die! The hate will die. That hate is what moves you, nothing else! That envy moves you. Nothing else...more

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And in the years when your shadow leaned clear across the land as you lay abed nights with your heartbeat mounting to the billions, his invention must...more

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Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes ...more