Reply 1994 Quotes

How come you write the way you do?” an apprentice writer in my Johns Hopkins workshop once disingenuously asked Donald Barthelme, who was visiting. Without missing a beat, Don replied, “Because Samuel Beckett was already writing the way he does.” Asked another, smiling but serious, “How can we become better writers than we are?” “Well," DB advised, “for starters, read through the whole history of philosophy, from the pre-Socratics up through last semester. That might help.” “But Coach Barth has already advised us to read all of literature, from Gilgamesh up through last semester...” “That, too,” Donald affirmed, and twinkled that shrewd Amish-farmer-from-West-11th-Street twinkle of his. “You’re probably wasting time on things like eating and sleeping. Cease that, and read all of philosophy and all of literature. Also art. Plus politics and a few other things. The history of everything.

Unhappy people—especially those bereaved or depressed—tend to be more self-focused and brooding. A depressed mood motivates intense thinking—a search for information that makes one’s environment more understandable and controllable (Weary & Edwards, 1994). Happy people, by contrast, are more trusting, more loving, more responsive. If people are made temporarily happy by receiving a small gift while mall-shopping, they will report, a few moments later on an unrelated survey, that their cars and TV sets are working beautifully—better, if you took their word for it, than those belonging to folks who replied after not receiving gifts.

On December 20, Denis Healey asked Eden in the House of Commons whether Britain had had any foreknowledge of the Israeli attack. “There were no plans got together [with Israel] to attack Egypt,” he replied. Commenting in 1994, Healey remembered: “He told a straight lie.”59 Cabinet members continued to insist that there had been no conspiracy. “The wild accusations of collusion between the British, French, and Israeli Governments which were hurled by the Labour Party had absolutely no foundation in fact,” lied Lord Kilmuir in his 1964 memoirs.60 That afternoon, Eden told the cabinet secretary Sir Norman Brook to destroy all records of Britain’s collusion with Israel. Brook apparently did so the same day.61 The attempt to cleanse the historical record did not work: far too many people knew the truth. As with most cases of the destruction of documents, all it did was make the perpetrators look even more guilty.

Surrendering the Pen to God   Cheryl’s Journal (June 18, 1994) Cheryl’s prayer: There must be a reason, Lord, that You want me alone. You must be shaping me for something. I’ll be honest. I’m sick of it, but as I always say, You know best. I know it will be special when You, my Lord, finally bless me with marriage and a family. My future is in Your hands. Lord, I don’t know where it’s headed, but I’d like for You to use me for Your sake and glory. God’s reply: Trust in Me. Take it day by day. Trust that I know what I’m doing. Be patient. Place your security in Me, not in others. Know who you are, firmly grounded in Me first. Then you are free to share your life with someone else. It’s a gift. I am the Creator of love. I don’t always work in ways expected. Stay open. Receive from Me what I have for you. Cheryl’s prayer: It’s not worth accepting a gift from You, God, if I lose You and me in that gift. God’s reply: Your desire is a natural desire. Yet, like everything else, it must fall into place by My timing, not yours.

Interstate Love Song" Waiting on a Sunday afternoon For what I've read between the lines Your lies Feeling like a hand in rusted chains So do you laugh at those who cry? Reply Leaving on a Southern train Only yesterday you lied Promises of what I seemed to be Only watched the time go by All of these things you said to me Breathing is the hardest thing to do With all I've said and all that's dead for you You lied Goodbye Leaving on a Southern train Only yesterday you lied Promises of what I seemed to be Only watched the time go by All of these things I said to you Stone Temple Pilots, Purple (1994)