Anne Fadiman Quotes

Interesting things happen along borders - transitions - not in the middle where everything is the same.

Life is full of borders. Some of them, once crossed, can never be crossed again in the other direction. But there are new countries to discover across every one.

Ironic things are interesting.

I've learned that borders are where the actual ends, but also where the imagination and the story begins.

Every time you step into a different cage, you can feel the difference.

Where the sky begins, the horizon ends, despite the best intentions.

We all like to congregate at boundary conditions. Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where bodies meet mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other.

Magic lies in between things, between the day and the night, between yellow and blue, between any two things.

The little serpent has left, and the great serpent has come.

at your weakest, you end up showing more strength; at your lowest, you are suddenly lifted higher than you’ve ever been. They all border one another, these opposites and show how quickly we can be altered.

I like being moved. I don't like being pushed.

Revery, which is thought in its nebulous state, borders closely upon the land of sleep, by which it is bounded as by a natural frontier.

All is waiting and all is work; all is change and all is permanence.

I feel like they're different creatures, live and in the studio, but that's what makes it so interesting to me. If they didn't have any different shadings or colors, you might as well be a hologram or something.

Let's just shoot in black and white. Don't explain why. Have no reason for it. Just do it because it's interesting.

Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.

Talk about beauty and you get boring answers, but talk about ugliness and things get interesting.

Spring makes everything look filthy.

The action most worth watching is not at the center of things, but where edges meet.

I came to Nantes two-years-ago and it's much the same today, except that it's totally different.

Laughter almost ever cometh of things most disproportioned to ourselves and nature: delight hath a joy in it either permanent or present; laughter hath only a scornful tickling.

I was sat at the bottom of the garden a week ago, smoking a reflective cheroot, thinking about this and that - mostly that, and I just happened to glance at the night sky and I marvelled at the millions of stars glistening like pieces of quicksilver thrown carelessly onto black velvet. In awe I watched the waxen moon ride across the zenith of the heavens like an amber chariot towards the void of infinite space wherein the tethered bolts of Jupiter and Mars hang forever in their orbital majesty; and as I looked at all this, I thought, 'I must put a roof on this lavatory.

She always says she dislikes the abnormal, it is so obvious. She says the normal is so much more simply complicated and interesting.

If all the skies were sunshine Our faces would be fain To feel once more upon them The cooling splash of rain. If all the world were music, Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silence, To break the endless song If life were always merry, Our souls would seek relief, And rest from weary laughter In the quiet arms of grief.