This is what self-centered religion does to us: it allows us to use it to further our own … - John Irving

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I think for [Albert] Camus his mother was more than just that. She's love, absolute love. That's why it's written for her, dedicated to 'you who will never be able to read this book'.

John Irving

This is what self-centered religion does to us: it allows us to use it to further our own ends.

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I try to see the whole woman,' Eddie said to Hannah. 'Of course I recognize that she's old, but there are photographs - or the equivalent of photographs in one's imagination of anyone's life. A whole life, I mean. I can picture her when she was much younger than I am - because there are always gestures and expressions that are ingrained, ageless. An old woman doesn't see herself as an old woman, and neither do I. I try to see her her whole life in her. There's something so moving about someone's whole life.

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Good habits are worth being fanatical about.

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The only way you get Americans to notice anything is to tax them or draft them or kill them.

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My life is a reading list.

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I am not attracted to writers by style. What style do Dickens, Grass, and Vonnegut have in common? How silly! I am attracted to what makes them angry, what makes them passionate, what outrages them, what they applaud and find sympathetic in human beings and what they detest about human beings, too. They are writers of great emotional range.

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A diplomat is a man who thinks twice before he says nothing.

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There's this shop in New York I go to; it has bones and fossils and insects that are like works of art. I have a few on my wall.

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Anne Bronte

To regret the exchange of earthly pleasures for the joys of Heaven, is as if the grovelling caterpillar should lament that it must one day quit the nibbled leaf to soar aloft and flutter through the air, roving at will from flower to flower, sipping sweet honey from their cups, or basking in their sunny petals. If these little creatures knew how great a change awaited them, no doubt they would regret it; but would not all such sorrow be misplaced?

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Catherine Camus

I think for [Albert] Camus his mother was more than just that. She's love, absolute love. That's why it's written for her, dedicated to 'you who will never be able to read this book'.

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Dan Buettner

Select your friendships carefully. Gather people around you who will reinforce your lifestyle.

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