Memoir is a weird genre for a reporter. You end up investigating your own memories, reporting out your past.
You will never see the end, if you give up in the middle
Khattam-Shud,' he said slowly, 'is the Arch-Enemy of all Stories, even of language itself. He is the Prince of Silence and the Foe of Speech. And because everything ends, because dreams end, stories end, life ends, at the finish of everything we use his name. "It's finished," we tell one another, "it's over. Khattam-Shud: The End.
When you put your faith in big government, you end up an apologist for mass murder.
It's been said that every new beginning in some other beginning's end.
Because all bad little vampires see me in the end
Darkroom work had, after all, never interested me except as a means to an end; the place I wanted to be was outside in the light.
The end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.
When I was in my early 20s, I was quite into Japanese animation. It's like the same thing that I end up always saying which is, imagery based stuff is the thing that really gets me.
The incredible thing happens at the beginning of the story always, you notice, not the end. A Sherlock Holmes story is never a trick story.
From quiet homes and first beginning, out to the undiscovered ends, there's nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.
Life doesn't always end up with a bow wrapped around it.
The consequences of being un-cool feel so big that a lot of times you end of not finding ways to have open and honest conversations.
We must see our present fight right through to the very end.
I did some research on this a couple years ago," Augustus continued. "I was wondering if everybody could be remembered. Like, if we got organized, and assigned a certain number of corpses to each living person, would there be enough living people to remember all the dead people?" "And are there?" "Sure, anyone can name fourteen dead people. But we're disorganized mourners, so a lot of people end up remembering Shakespeare and no one ends up remembering the person he wrote Sonnet Fifty-five about
A fascist is one whose lust for money or power is combined with such an intensity of intolerance toward those of other races, parties, classes, religions, cultures, regions or nations as to make him ruthless in his use of deceit or violence to attain his ends.
It is not possible to be ignorant of the end of things if we know their beginning.
That's how it always is with me: the thing that sets me down to start writing is usually not what I end up doing. Because, as much as I love genre, and I try to deliver the goods, I go off from it. I go do my own thing.
The transitional concept of management is reaching the end of the road.
We all end up dead, it's just a question of how and why.