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artists know that they have to live differently

A writer, perhaps more than a filmmaker or a theatre director, lives off what he has stored up in the way of impressions and experiences. One thing we all learn is not to deny our violent feelings but to respect them. They are our material, as well as our bond with humanity. People generally try to…

—p.5 Elia Kazan: A Life by Elia Kazan
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what I’m mad at nowadays

I’m rather good at concealing anger. Had to be in my old profession. But recently it’s begun to show through. What I’m mad at nowadays is, for instance, mortality. I’ve passed seventy-eight and have only recently found how to enjoy life. For one thing, I’ve stopped worrying about what people think …

—p.3 by Elia Kazan
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people with a genuine interest in banking

I want to be a banker, I said. Isn’t there some way I could be a banker?

He sighed and settled back in his chair. All right, he said. I think I understand why you don’t want to be a professional musician. But I think you’re under a slight misapprehension about banking.

I said Oh really? Why i…

—p.580 Your Name Here by Helen DeWitt
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didn’t Fitzgerald like the sound?

She likes the sound of “$3 million for a screenplay.” It is mentioned a few more times. How good that sounds.

But Fitzgerald, didn’t Fitzgerald like the sound? And Faulkner? Was that not the big draw? The thing that wrote The Sound and the Fury died young, and a drunk named Faulkner turned up to…

—p.574 by Helen DeWitt
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Fredric, not John

But look. What does Jameson (Fredric, not John) have to say? Neurosis is simply this boring imprisonment of the self in itself, crippled by its terror of the new and unexpected, carrying its sameness with it wherever it goes, so that it has the protection of feeling, whatever it might stretch out i…

—p.565 by Helen DeWitt