As an experienced editor, I disapprove of flashbacks, foreshadowings, and tricksy devices; they belong in the 1980s with M.A.s in postmodernism and chaos theory. David Mitchell More Quotes by David Mitchell More Quotes From David Mitchell It's true, reading too many novels makes you go blind. David Mitchell novel blind reading One fine day a predatory world shall consume itself. David Mitchell predatory fine world Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms around the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage. David Mitchell bunnies fluffy cages So winners, Hae-Joo proposed, are the real losers because they learn nothing? What, then, are losers? Winners? David Mitchell winner loser real ...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses. David Mitchell missing-someone coats house Dreams are shores where the ocean of spirit meets the land of matter. Dreams are beaches where the yet-to-be, the once-were, the will-never-be may walk awhile with the still-are. David Mitchell ocean dream beach A book you finish reading is not the same book it was before you read it. David Mitchell reading book What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds. David Mitchell atlas clouds giving The better organized the state, the duller its humanity. David Mitchell organized states humanity Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience. David Mitchell imagination children thinking ...now I'm a spent firework; but at least I've been a firework. David Mitchell fireworks If you show someone something you've written, you give them a sharpened stake, lie down in your coffin, and say, ‘When you’re ready’. David Mitchell powerful giving lying Creation never ceased on the sixth evening, it occurs to the young man. Creation unfolds around us, despite us and through us at the speed of days and nights. And we call it love. David Mitchell evening men night How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner. David Mitchell would-be writing winter She has to lose her pre-Copernican view of a universe revolving around herself. David Mitchell loses revolving views The act of memory is an act of ghostwriting. David Mitchell memories I recently bought a cat, but took it back a day later because our personalities clashed. David Mitchell cat personality funny Gosh. The subjunctive is always the first to go. David Mitchell firsts Love's pure free joy when it works, but when it goes bad you pay for the good hours at loan-shark prices. David Mitchell sharks joy love How lazily "xperts" dismiss what they fail to understand! David Mitchell failing