Annie Proulx Quotes
Top 64 wise famous quotes and sayings by Annie Proulx
Annie Proulx Famous Quotes & Sayings
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Their faces were scarified in hideous whorls and dots. As for clothing, they dressed in vegetable matter. Another
The only cities were of ice, bergs with cores of beryl, blue gems within white gems, that some said gave off an odor of almonds.
You are a knowledgeable girl," he said, "and a damn good-lookin one, though upholstered. Care for a beer?
And I think that's important, to know how the water's gone over the dam before you start to describe it. It helps to have been over the dam yourself.
One thing never changed: the brilliant charge of their infrequent couplings was darkened by the sense of time flying, never enough time, never enough.
Where are the reporters of yesteryear?' he muttered, 'the nail biting, acerbic, alcoholic nighthawk bastards who truly knew how to write?
If a piece ofknotted string can unleash the wind and if a drowned man can awaken ... then I believe a broken man can heal.
For Quoyle was a failure at loneliness, yearned to be gregarious, to know his company was a pleasure to others.
The world is a staircase," hissed the accordion maker in the darkness. "Some go up and some come down. We must ascend.
Later, that dozy embrace solidified in his memory as the single moment of artless, charmed happiness in their separate and difficult lives.
In every life there are events that reshape one's sense of existence. Afterward, all is different and the past is dimmed.
If you are looking for smart judging based on merit, skip the Academy Awards next year and pay attention to the Independent Spirit Awards.
The thing American people fear about corporations is that they might achieve too much power. We have an antipathy to power even as we admire it.
And so my father changed his name to William Pretty and here he grew up and led an independent life. And if it was not happy, he didn't know it.
There are four women in every man's heart. The Maid in the Meadow, the Demon Lover, the Stouthearted Woman, the Tall and Quiet Woman.
If you get the landscape right, the characters will step out of it, and they'll be in the right place.
December brought stone-silent days though a fresh odor came from the heavy sky, the smell of cold purity that was the essence of the boreal forest. So
Change itself is what fascinates me. I am drawn, as a moth to the flame, by edge situations, by situations of metamorphosis.
Hell was a great fiery-hot music hall, he thought, where untuned instruments scraped and shrieked in diabolical cacophany ...
Home after midnight from a debate on the wording of a minor municipal bylaw on bottle recycling, he felt like he was a pin in the hinge of power.
I find it satisfying and intellectually stimulating to work with the intensity, brevity, balance and word play of the short story.
And he would wake sometimes in grief, sometimes with the old sense of joy and release; the pillow sometimes wet, sometimes the sheets.
Their silence comfortable. Something unfolding. But what? Not love, which wrenched and wounded. Not love, which came only once.