I think that's one of the maybe under-discussed aspects of process - the difference between a good writing day and a bad one is the quality of the split-second decisions you made.
Down in the city are the nice houses and the so-so houses and the lovers making out in dark yards and the babies crying for their moms, and I wonder if, other than Jesus, has this ever happened before. Maybe it happens all the time. Maybe there's angry dead all over, hiding in rooms, covered with blankets, bossing around their scared, embarrassed relatives. Because how would we know?
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What this quote means
The quote reflects on the mundane yet profound experiences of life, questioning the presence of the past in our everyday moments.
In this quote, George Saunders explores the interconnectedness of present human experiences with those of the past, suggesting that moments of love, pain, and existence are both timeless and universal. He ponders whether the emotions and situations we encounter are unique to our time or whether they echo the lives of those who came before us, perhaps even influencing the living in unseen ways. This reflection invites deeper contemplation on the nature of life and death, and the legacies we carry from our ancestors.
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This quote could be used in a conversation about the significance of history in shaping modern society.
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All quotes →I still believe that capitalism is too harsh and I believe that, even within that, there is a lot of satisfaction and beauty if you happen to be one of the lucky ones, although that doesn't eradicate the reality of the suffering. It's all true at once, kind of humming and sublime.
What a powerful thing to know: That one's own desires are mappable onto strangers; that what one finds in oneself will most certainly be found in The Other.
When you read a short story, you come out a little more aware and a little more in love with the world around you. What I want is to have the reader come out just 6 percent more awake to the world.
I don't think much new ever happens. Most of us spend our days the same way people spent their days in the year 1000: walking around smiling, trying to earn enough to eat, while neurotically doing these little self-proofs in our head about how much better we are than these other slobs, while simultaneously, in another part of our brain, secretly feeling woefully inadequate to these smarter, more beautiful people.
Irony is just honesty with the volume cranked up.
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