The only thing which can tell us about the novel is the novel.
– Edwin Muir
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- A good-enough novel violently written now is better than a perfect novel meticulously written never. – Elizabeth Gilbert
- Now, my novel begins. No, now I begin my novel-”and yet I cannot decide whether to call myself I or she. – Elizabeth Hardwick
- A novel is always more complicated than it seems at the beginning. Indeed a novel should be more complicated than it seems at the beginning. – John Irving
- You never learn how to write a novel. You just learn how to write the novel that you’re writing. – Gene Wolfe
- Tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you who you think you are. Tell me what you fear, and I’ll tell you who you really are. – Brunonia Barry
- The lies we tell about ourselves may be more revealing than the truths we incautiously reveal. – James Edwin Gunn
- Be careful what you tell me. You could end up in my next novel. – PC Zick
- I can tell how good a novel is by how it portrays Jesus. – A Cretan
- Let me tell you one thing about why writers write: had I known the answer to any of these questions I would never have needed to write a novel – Joan Didion
- Sometimes just looking into a person’s eyes can tell a graphic story and a brilliant novel if you have the ability to turn it into words. – LL Caulton
- And so there was a fundamental scepticism about the ability of any institution, even one like the novel, to tell us anything true. – Garth Risk Hallberg
- Music is like a psychiatrist. You can tell your guitar things that you can’t tell people. And it will answer you with things people can’t tell you. – Paul McCartney
- Tell me you won’t go, tell me you’ll stay forever, tell me you love me. – CJ Archer
- If somebody tell you…. Always you to tell the truth, tell him… in the end both = Same result…. as for others reasons; I think I said too much. – Deyth Banger
- Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it. – John Muir
- Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm. – John Muir
- The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. – John Muir
- The mountains are calling and I must go. – John Muir
- The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark. – John Muir
- I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. – John Muir
- We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. – John Muir
- Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt. – John Muir
- Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue. – John Muir
- Going to the woods is going home. – John Muir
- There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself. – John Muir
- How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! – John Muir
- There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties – John Muir
- What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm! – John Muir
- Nothing truly wild is unclean. – John Muir
- Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky. – John Muir
- It seems supernatural, but only because it is not understood. – John Muir
- Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. – John Muir
- Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. – John Muir
- Even the sick should try these so-called dangerous passes, because for every unfortunate they kill, they cure a thousand. – John Muir
- The world, we are told, was made especially for man -” a presumption not supported by all the facts. – John Muir
- When we try to pick out anyÂthing by itself, we find it hitched to everyÂthing else in the UniÂverse. – John Muir
- Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you. – John Muir
- He fed his spirit with the bread of books – Edwin Markham