Did I throw the most important thing perhaps, by accident, away? Renata Adler More Quotes by Renata Adler More Quotes From Renata Adler Idle people are often bored and bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel. It is not accident that boredom and cruelty are great preoccupations in our time. Renata Adler boredomblessingsleep That 'writers write' is meant to be self-evident. People like to say it. I find it is hardly ever true. Writers drink. Writers rant. Writers phone. Writers sleep. I have met very few writers who write at all. Renata Adler phonessleepwriting Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel. Renata Adler readingsleepbook I think when you are truly stuck, when you have stood still in the same spot for too long, you throw a grenade in exactly the spot you were standing in, and jump, and pray. It is the momentum of last resort. Renata Adler lifelongthinking Fear . . . is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday. Renata Adler fearyesterday My capacity for having a good time exists. It surfaces, however, on odd occasions. Renata Adler good-timesoddcapacity My dislike has no consequences. It accrues only in my mind—like preserves on a shelf or guns zeroing in, and never firing. Renata Adler shelvesgunmind No one ever confides a secret to one person only. No one destroys all copies of a document. Renata Adler copiespersonssecret Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative. Renata Adler sadnessselfthinking Being neurotic seemed to be a kind of wild card, an all-purpose explanation. Renata Adler kindpurposecards Sanity ... is the most profound moral option of our time. Renata Adler sanitymoralprofound It is always self-defeating to pretend to the style of a generation younger than your own; it simply erases your own experience in history. Renata Adler fashionselfinspirational The whole magic of a plot requires that somebody be impeded from getting something over with. Renata Adler magicplotwhole Speech, tennis, music, skiing, manners, love- you try them waking and perhaps balk at the jump, and then you're over. You've caught the rhythm of them once and for all, in your sleep at night. The city, of course, can wreck it. So much insomnia. So many rhythms collide. The salesgirl, the landlord, the guests, the bystanders, sixteen varieties of social circumstance in a day. Everyone has the power to call your whole life into question here. Too many people have access to your state of mind. Some people are indifferent to dislike, even relish it. Hardly anyone I know. Renata Adler love-youinsomniasleep Lyda was an exuberant, even a dramatic gardener.... She was always holding up a lettuce or a bunch of radishes with an air of resolute courage, as though she had shot them herself. Renata Adler dramaticgardenair The writer has a grudge against society, which he documents with accounts of unsatisfying sex, unrealized ambition, unmitigated loneliness, and a sense of local and global distress. Renata Adler lonelinessambitionsex The style of flirtation specific to classrooms was of service to the students all their lives. Renata Adler classroomstylestudents I took a little celebrational nap. Renata Adler napslittles People have been modeling their lives after films for years, but the medium is somehow unsuited to moral lessons, cautionary tales or polemics of any kind. Renata Adler kindnesspeopleyears I love the laconic. Clearly, I am not of their number. Renata Adler laconicnumbers
