"I'm a horrible historian. My memory is bad. I read things and then I forget them. I can't understand dates and I can't measure time. Time is confusing to me. That's why I do a lot of manipulations of time in my books, in part because an orderly time is physically difficult for me to conceive of in my brain."

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Lucy Corin

#Memories Quotes #Book Quotes #Confusing Quotes

“The loss of religious faith among the most civilized portion of the race is a step from childishness toward maturity.”

Source : Charles Eliot Norton (1913). “Letters of Charles Eliot Norton”
“DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms.”
“A key factor is to do training that is fun.”
“The one thing I've discovered about social media is that people love answering questions. In fact, it sometimes feels like at any given moment, millions of people are online who have been waiting for exactly the question you fire off.”

Source : "Double-You Double-You One" by Susan Orlean, www.newyorker.com. June 2, 201.
“I would never suggest to anyone that they drop school for chess. First of all even if you can make it in chess, your social skills need to be developed there.”
“We shouldn't knee jerk anything. The Iraqi government a few years back, when they had a chance to sign an agreement that would keep some of our presence there, refused to do it. So we've got to be very careful and thoughtful before we do anything.”

Source : "GOP on Iraq: We told you so" Jeremy Herb and Burgess Everett, www.politico.com. June 12, 2014.
“I believe that perseverance is vital to success in any endeavor, whether spiritual or temporal, large or small, public or personal. . . . All significant achievement results largely from perseverance.”
“He looked at a world of incredible loveliness. Old distaff Celt's blood in some back chamber of his brain moved him to discourse with the birches, with the oaks. A cool green fire kept breaking in the woods and he could hear the footsteps of the dead. Everything had fallen from him. He scarce could tell where his being ended or the world began nor did he care. He lay on his back in the gravel, the earth's core sucking his bones, a moment's giddy vertigo with this illusion of falling outward through blue and windy space, over the offside of the planet, hurtling through the high thin cirrus.”

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