C.S. O'Kelly Quotes
Refuse the old means of measurement.Rely instead on the thrumming wilderness of self. Listen.-From "Out West
You grow. You are large. You are a 19th century poem.All of America is inside you, a catalogue of lives and landand burrowing things.-From "Catalogue
The harsh reality is that my flesh must die not so much because of what it does, but because of what it is.
Love had to be deeper than that, than a glance over tea, which was indicative but not dispositive.
I try not to look backwards, Elise. Makes is hard to see where you're going.
You can't change the past.....why bother?...linger too much in the thought, you only get pulled down....Tomorrow is yet to come...GET PREPARED, that is one day you can change.
It is always perilous to suppose that the past is over and done with or that it can ever safely be disconnected from the pressing concerns of the present.
The loved one suffers. All loved ones suffer. Love is not enough to prevent this. Love is not enough. Love is enough. The thing that you wished for. Was this it?Here endeth the lesson.
And as if suffering ever taught anybody a thing except to thank God when it ended.
I want you. And I usually get what I want. I had to wait too long to have you already.
What was that feeling in my chest? Regret? Regret that I'd left last night after our kiss--that I'd pulled away before he could know how much I truly wanted him.
Monday nights always brought in the worst kind of crazy. Tonight that crazy came in the form of Paul Cross, town hermit. One of them, anyway. This was the Pacific Northwest.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, isn't war the most demented activity ever invented?
The first sign that Karma was now in cahoots with the Devil Incarnate to ruin her existance should've been before sunrise and pre-coffee.
Daddy had a strict rule about firearms. Anything we killed we had to eat. No amount of barbecue sauce would make a hairy guy like you palatable.
Turned out, monsters were capable of love after all. But it didn’t mean they should.
Professional writers write to fit
Make sure you keep an inner state of flexibility, and are not tightly bound to your visions.
Your life has a natural motion. Surrendering reveals how flowing this life could be.
Not every story is true. And sometimes the things that were wicked become the things that save us, and the things that were good doom us to misery and pain.
It's hard to know what happy is if you're not sure if you've felt it before.
Experience is a great teacher, and we were then in her school, and learned that while hope offers the faintest token of refuge, we pause upon the fearful brink of eternity, and look back for rescue.
That's what novels are: They're amalgams of archetypes, collections of random traits one observes in other people through life, blended into fresh characters.
Not everyone who knows how to write can be a writer. Not everyone who knows two languages can be a translator.
As long as human beings speak different languages, the need for translation will continue.
Poetry translation is like playing a piano sonata on a trombone.
In Iraq, interpreters were ten times more likely to be killed than were U.S. troops.
Translation software is not making translators obsolete. Has medical diagnostic software made doctors obsolete?
Of the 193 recognized countries in the world, only politically isolated North Korea is considered monolingual.
To deny access to translation and interpreting services oppresses human rights and violates laws.
Later: Woke up at 3:00 am and crept into Davids room. I talked to David about the ghost who came to live in his body, the sad soul who was taken back into the earth.David’s trophies are dusty again.
If I wanted to consume something that looks and tastes like dirt, I’d eat dirt, ” I said, “at least dirt isn’t overpriced."~Beans~
Believing in miraculosity makes it even more available to us.
self-awareness: the ability to realize what we are doing as we do it, and understand why we are doing it.
I know nothing of writing books properly. I write in the same manner I live life: one feeling at a time. If this makes me a bad writer, then I might hope to author several bad books.
...the proper response to a lousy idea is not to stop thinking. It is to come up with a better idea.
Withholding love is a bit like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
Oh, well, she decided as her eyes began to close, it is better to love foolishly than to hate bitterly. I hope I am wiser than I was and more kind.
It inspired a kind of Huck Finn moment when I decided it was better to risk hell than shrivel in the midst of a toxic Southern Baptist morality.
An hour in her presence, and he was ready to hit his knees, submit to her every whim.
Pulling at the hem of my emotion was the creeping sense that it might well take until 2036 for this child in my arms to feel a fraction of what I already felt for her.
