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Love is holy because it is like grace--the worthiness of its object is never really what matters.
Marilynne Robinson
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Marilynne Robinson
Age: 80
Born: 1943
Born: November 26
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Sandpoint
Idaho
Marilynne Summers Robinson
Marilynne S. Robinson
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When things are taking their ordinary course, it is hard to remember what matters.
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I listen to Bach a great deal. In general I like to listen to hymns and liturgical music.
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Now that I look back, it seems to me that in all that deep darkness a miracle was preparing. So I am right to remember it as a blessed time, and myself as waiting in confidence, even if I had no idea what i was waiting for.
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For me writing has always felt like praying even when I wasn't writing prayers.
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Boughton says he has more ideas about heaven every day. He said, Mainly I just think about the splendors of the world and multiply by two. I'd multiply by ten or twelve if I had the energy.
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There was some sort of maze-learning experiment involved in my final grade and since I remember the rat who was my colleague as uncooperative, or perhaps merely incompetent at being a rat, or tired of the whole thing, I don't remember how I passed.
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This is an interesting planet. It deserves all the attention you can give it.
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Anybody who has read any biblical scholarship knows that every scholar struggles over completely intractable problems with the original texts, or what they have to work from. It's one of the great, powerful, mysterious objects that have come down through history. This does not translate into literal interpretation for me.
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People talk about how wonderful the world seems to children, and that's true enough. But children think they will grow into it and understand it, and I know very well that I will not, and would not if I had a dozen lives.
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Fiction may be, whatever else, an exercise in the capacity for imaginative love, or sympathy, or identification.
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I want to feel that art is an utterance made in good faith by one human being to another.
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And there is no living creature, though the whims of eons had put its eyes on boggling stalks and clamped it in a carapace, diminished it to a pinpoint and given it a taste for mud and stuck it down a well or hid it under a stone, but that creature will live on if it can.
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For our purposes as human beings, the mind is the center of everything.
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The twinkling of an eye. That is the most wonderful expression. I've thought from time to time it was the best thing in life, that little incandescence you see in people when the charm of a thing strikes them, or the humor of it. 'The light of the eyes rejoiceth the heart.' That's a fact.
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Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy.
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Never, ever condescend to the reader. Assume you are writing for someone better and smarter than you are. This will protect you from conventionalism, faddishness, and cliché.
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I have always liked the phrase nursing a grudge because many people are tender of their resentments as of the thing nearest their hearts.
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You have to live with your mind your whole life.
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It was a source of both terror and comfort to me then that I often seemed invisible - incompletely and minimally existent, in fact. It seemed to me that I made no impact on the world, and that in exchange I was privileged to watch it unawares.
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Of my conception I know only what you know of yours. It occurred in darkness and I was unconsenting... By some bleak alchemy what had been mere unbeing becomes death when life is mingled with it.
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