The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice. William Maxwell More Quotes by William Maxwell More Quotes From William Maxwell If I had had to write only about imaginary people, I would have had to close up my typewriter. I wrote about my life in less and less disguise as I grew older, and finally with no disguise - except the disguise we create for ourselves, which is self-deception. William Maxwell typewriters self writing The view after seventy is breathtaking. What is lacking is someone, anyone, of the older generation to whom you can turn when you want to satisfy your curiosity about some detail of the landscape of the past. There is no longer any older generation. You have become it, while your mind was mostly on other matters William Maxwell curiosity views past Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep. William Maxwell sunset dark happiness Your reader is at least as bright as you are William Maxwell reader literature If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth. William Maxwell hunting dog motivational Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera. William Maxwell lenses cameras soul Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door). William Maxwell reading doors book What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory--meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby rescued from oblivion--is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling. Too many conflicting emotional interests are involved for life ever to be wholly acceptable, and possibly it is the work of the storyteller to rearrange things so that they conform to this end. In any case, in talking about the past we lie with every breath we draw. William Maxwell emotional memories lying I had inadvertently walked through a door that I shouldn’t have gone through and couldn’t get back to the place I hadn’t meant to leave. William Maxwell get-back gone doors His sadness was of the kind that is patient and without hope. William Maxwell sadness patient kind My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with. William Maxwell daughter typewriters children A writer is a reader who is moved to emulation. William Maxwell moved emulation reader What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling. William Maxwell goes-on mind memories My father represented authority, which meant—to me—that he could not also represent understanding. William Maxwell understanding authority father In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw. William Maxwell talking lying past Because I actively enjoy sleeping, dreams, the unexplainable dialogues that take place in my head as I am drifting off, all that, I tell myself that lying down to an afternoon nap that goes on and on through eternity is not something to be concerned about. What spoils this pleasant fancy is the recollection that when people are dead they don't read books. This I find unbearable. William Maxwell dream book lying People often ask themselves the right questions. Where they fail is in answering the questions they ask themselves, and even there they do not fail by much...But it takes time, it takes humility and a serious reason for searching. William Maxwell serious humility people Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love. William Maxwell odor his-love velvet Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well. William Maxwell home spring lying The nail doesn't choose the time or the circumstances in which it is drawn to the magnet William Maxwell magnet nails circumstances
