I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
Michael Fauver's short story collection, Take Me, Please, To Your Better Angels, in words, pictures, and sound
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I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in the work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality—for yourself, not for others—what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.
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All languages are inadequate, and cultures are prone to insanity.
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I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain.
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It is a fault of timing that affects the whole human race. There is no telling how much harm it has caused.
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Whatever the reality, it is a reality.
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“Over the past 30 years, I have written fiction in various forms ranging from short stories to full-length novels. The story has always been one of the most fundamental human concepts. While each story is unique, it functions for the most part as something that can be shared and exchanged with others. That is one of the things that gives a story its meaning. Stories change form freely as they inhale the air of each new age. In principle a medium of cultural transmission, stories are highly variable when it comes to the mode of presentation they employ. Like skilled fashion designers, we novelists clothe stories, as they change shape from day to day, in words suited to their figures.”
—Haruki Murakami
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Truth and illusion. Who knows the difference?
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What’s the most inveterate mark of men in general? Why, the capacity to spend endless time with dull women—to spend it, I won’t say without being bored, but without minding that they are, without being driven off at a tangent by it; which comes to the same thing. I’m your dull woman, a part of the daily bread for which you pray at church. That covers your tracks more than anything. … That’s it. It’s all that concerns me—to help you to pass for a man like another.
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The bad sex award is a funny jape, but if fiction is going to look at life properly, sex in all its variety should not be excluded.