Russell Hoban Quotes

Them as counts counts moren them as dont count

Oh, yes," said Mother, "you may be sure that there will always be plenty of chocolate cake around here.

After all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?

Seeds blow in the wind and what is earf but a deadness with life growing out of it?

A family is everybody all together.

Dont you know if you keap getting a head of your self youwl jus only fall over your self when you get to where you are going?

Mark you that and noat you wel.

I have no wisdom and nothing useful to tell you - I only mentioned this because it came into my head.

He was thinking what a long and wide thing time is, to have so many happenings in it.

An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.

A map is the dead body of where you've been. A map is the unborn baby of where you're going. There are no maps. Maps are pictures of what isn't.

We can't all be investigating non-coding DNA," I said, feeling an upsurge of gastric acid. "Some of us have to sell bullshit self-improvement courses

He grew morose, and felt himself half overcome by funk

If we'd been edible we'd never have lasted this long.

And now it seems she's on my wavelength. That's all I need. My mind isn't much of a comfort to me but at least I thought it was private.

There must be a lot of people in the world being wondered about by people who don't see them any more.

Language is an archaeological vehicle ... the language we speak is a whole palimpsest of human effort and history.

Iyther you dont know nothing or you know too much it dont seam like theres any thing in be twean.

My generation was somewhat between things, neither free nor much supported by whatever held us in.

I have forgotten more of my life than I remember, and with my forgetting I have lost my being.

Fidelity is a matter of perception; nobody is unfaithful to the sea or to mountains or to death: once recognized they fill the heart.

O what we ben! And what we come to!

Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing ... Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.

The things that matter don't necessarily make sense.

There were times when it seemed the different parts of him where not all under the same management.

Love me or I will kick you very hard.

Is there an existence that is only mine?

Explorers have to be ready to die lost.

Navigare necesse est. Vivere non est necesse.' I've

Our woal life is a idear we dint think of nor we dont know what it is.

When you suffer an attack of nerves you're being attacked by the nervous system. What chance has a man got against a system?

What I am
is tired of jam.

Have you paused to consider that there is no way out? Each way out of one situation necessarily being the way into another situation.

We've tried the other way; we've tried making both things and people It, and we've seen the results.

Shamans wear bird costumes and they fly. Somehow they experience flying.

I believe that most of us would like to be thought well of by horses.

A turtle doesn't have to decide every morning whether to keep on bothering, it just carries on. Maybe that's why man kills everything: envy.

Destiny is not to be trifled with. Do not commit the tragic error of satisfying present appetite at the cost of future fulfilment

Words have a life; without response they die.

We make fiction because we are fiction ... It lived us into being and it lives us still.

If reality had a stage door I'd hang around there to see what comes out after the show.

More and more I'm aware that the permutations are not unlimited.

But more and more I think that madness is the world's natural condition and to expect anything else is madness compounded.

O yes youwl want to think on that you dont want your mouf to walk you where your feet dont want to go.

But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself.

Jachin-Boaz was at the age called middle life, but he did not believe that he had as many years ahead of him as he had behind him.

Time's arrow points one way only. Even the moment just past cannot be returned to.

Yes thats what I done you sorry sods I over the fents and off with the dogs...

It may happen to me at any time that everything will be just what it is, with no stories in anything.

Life is a process of one goneness after another.

The silence sat down with them like an invisible creature with its finger to its lips.