Carla H. Krueger Quotes - Page 2

She was not alone in her respect for him. Because he is more than a boss to people. He’s a religion for non-believers.

Men circle like bees around honey, buzzing to communicate their sexual despair.

My best writing happens when I’m fighting to produce it.

Writing is more about telling other peoples' stories than your own

I want to question societal norms, encourage people to think in new ways.

Time is not an enemy as such, but a missing person, sending cryptic postcards from the past.

Maxwell D. Kalist is a receiving teller at a city bank, Orwell and Finch, where he runs an efficient department of twenty two clerks and twelve junior clerks. He carries a leather-bound vade mecum everywhere with him – a handbook of the most widely contravened banking rules. He works humourlessly (on the surface of it) in a private, perfectly square office on the third floor of a restored grain exchange midway along the Eastern flank of Květniv’s busy, modern central plaza. Behind his oblong slate desk and black leather swivel chair is an intimidating, three-storey wall made almost entirely of bevelled, glare-reducing grey glass in art-deco style; one hundred and thirty six rectangles of gleam stacked together in a dangerously heavy collage.

When people say, 'you're so young to be a writer,' I always reply, 'I started young because I've got a lot to write.

First time I ever put pen to paper, I had one goal – to build something no one had ever thought of before.

Blank walls are a shared canvas and we're all artists.

I became a physicist to understand the world, then I became a writer to try and change it.

Only men with intelligence, confidence and absolutely no empathy at all can progress upstairs.

It's better to be remembered for what you said, not what you earned.

It is not fiction. It is history. And both their histories match now.

Names can hide so much.

When a person sets out to learn from others and not to teach others he becomes a true writer.

The breeze around them seemed to drop – dead – like a door to the best things had just closed.

Secrets are dangerous.” Gottfried Baumauer.

This is no place for limits.

I’m an observer. I am fascinated by people and how their minds work (and, of course, my own). Why we are the way we are, why we do the things we do – and that interest drives my writing. I was a physicist before fiction claimed my soul, so I’m an experimenter. I’m open to different ways of thinking. I like exaggerating, making things up. I’m a very open, honest person in life and that’s the way it should be, but when it comes to fiction, I want to pour a few sharp objects into the comfort zone. Our fears are powerful, yet we’ve all got a desire to laugh and be entertained. I could have followed the same path I do now as a scientist, examining how the brain works. Ironically I get much more freedom to experiment as a writer. That’s why I love it.

He remembers how someone – he forgets who – once said in a sarcastic tone, “Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw as overly-moral because he has flaws, he has weaknesses. How would his mistakes compare to her virtuousness? She used to dislike the competitiveness at work, the way she claimed she could never really make friends with anyone because everything was always so fake and cut-throat and he used to berate her for it, used to tell her to accept it, to realise the truth about life and relationships – but she wouldn’t take it. She was always thinking too hard about everything, always questioning her motives. Surely, if he’d married her, she’d have started questioning his.

I lose it when I can't write. I feel sad and confused and fucked off.

One man’s fight is another man’s freedom.

When I write, I try to represent the voices of people I've known who had no voice.

Each day of the week, Kalist indulges himself in a different, secret ritual. On Mondays, he wears cologne. On Tuesdays, he eats meat for lunch. On Wednesdays, he places a bet after work. On Thursdays, he smokes one cigarette (but claims he’s not a smoker). On Fridays, he treats himself to his favourite pastime: horse practice – he grew up with horses and likes to try and emulate their distinctive whinnies, snorts, neighs, snuffles, sighs, grunts, fluttering nostrils, the occasional aggressive outburst and the especially beautiful nicker of a mare to her foal. And, on Saturdays, lest we forget, Maxwell D. Kalist drinks wine from a chalice.

Some ancient oversight had nearly taken his sight, but this sad fuck was already blind inside.

There are some great, subversive female writers out there. Gender should not affect anything. It does, but it shouldn't.

Read the right books and we can be as wild and worry-free as we've ever wanted to be. No law can stop us reading.

Shush – it’s silent time again.

Bravery isn't brandishing a sword. It's standing your moral ground and letting others try their best to take you down.

Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.

I suffered my own battles. I suffer still.

I like to think I’ve written something worth reading when I cry the tears of the characters.

I’ve always thought that the best moments can come from the worst times.

When I write, it feels like there are two little creatures that sit on each of my shoulders. One whispers, "You can do this. You've got what it takes." The other sounds like my mother-in-law.

Life isn't over until you're dead. Another ultra-positive, ultra-motivational tweet to improve your day. You're welcome.

Books are like rivers, meandering this way and that, but taking us on a steady, flowing course to somewhere different.

The fear of silence is a fear everyone should overcome.

When I write, I write obsessively. I try to pace myself, but some fires are too hot to put out.

The only difference between writers and people who don't write is that writers aren't afraid to display their demons.

You are a more powerful person than you might have ever imagined.” Maxwell D. Kalist.

She is intent on pleasing the men that frighten her.

Someone asked me, 'How do you write a book?' I said, 'I live with a pen in one hand.

Without pride, man becomes a parasite – and there are already too many parasites.

Books are readable drugs.

The most lies we will ever tell in our lives will be to ourselves.