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There are strange things lost and forgotten in obscure corners of the newspaper.
Readers let me know that they like books that have more to them than meets the eye. Had they not let me know that, I never would have written 'The View From Saturday.'
There were some things I could never begin to know about.
It has long been my belief that everyone's library contains an Odd Shelf. On this shelf rests a small, mysterious corpus of volumes whose subject matter is completely unrelated to the rest of the library, yet which, upon closer inspection, reveals a good deal about its owner.
Nothing worth noting.
I love factoids. It's hard for me to keep those out. It just takes realizing that it's stopping the character. Part of it is the decision to keep things where you want to train the spotlight. For me, it's the personal side. I always ask, How does the person inside the character relate to this?
Wikipedians believe (and I do, too) that bits, being abstract, will outlast paper.
It's great that I can look up a fact instantly on my cellphone, but I miss the days in my room with a dog-eared, text-heavy paperback, immersed in the statistics of crime and punishment and lunacy, completely alone with the narrative of human depravity.
There are facts can poison you dead as arsenic. I have long known this to be true. There are facts can get you drunker than sipping whiskey straight.
I submit these assorted pieces of evidence I'm unwilling to categorize!
Suddenly, details seemed extremely important. Details were something to grab on to, a way to insert myself into the story.
Here I end (thank God) the first and dullest business of this book - the rough review of recent thought.
It's nice to know when you're a part of a story, it's nice to know at least something about the beginning, middle, and end.
Theories crumble, but good observations never fade.
Clint collected stray facts the way belly buttons collect lint.
While I rather doubt whether, as has often been claimed, everyone has at least one novel inside them, it is undeniably true of theories ...
To be a good researcher is to be a good detective, and I enjoy ferreting out tidbits of information. For a diary book like 'A Coal Miner's Bride,' newspapers come in handy for small everyday details such as weather reports.
The most interesting information come from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.
The most valuable book we can read, about countries we have visited, is that which recalls to us something that we did notice, but did not notice that we noticed.
For years and years I carried these notebooks around with me - I had hundreds of pages of notes, these fragments that consisted of biographical anecdotes, diary passages, critical rants, agitations, scenes of my marriage.
When you're putting together a story, sometimes you just have to skip over the boring bits.
I could spend the rest of my life
READING,
Just satisfying my
CURIOSITY
- because you can hardly mention anything I'm not curious about.
True information does good.
There are things you find nothing about in books
And if that only inflames your curiosity, I say to you, a writer without curiosity is a bird without feathers.
Many things I knew, I have forgotten; many things I thought I knew, I find I know nothing about; some things I know, I have found not worth knowing; and some things I would give - O what would one not give to know? are beyond the reach of human ken.
Details are where a theory can be held together or fall apart. The same is true about a plot.
A little fact is worth a whole limbo of dreams.
All the information you could want is constantly streaming at you like a runaway truck - books, newspaper stories, Web sites, apps, how-to videos, this article you're reading, even entire magazines devoted to single subjects like charcuterie or wedding cakes or pickles.
The more you know, the more you see
The notes one of my uncles (who had the same kind of curiosity in collecting family anecdotes) once put into my hands, furnished me with several particulars relating to our ancestors.
These were the facts. Facts were important. They separated fiction from reality, the tawdry world of Mike Longshott from the concrete spaces of Joe's world.
What I want is information; not useful information, of course; useless information.
Once we thought, journalists and readers alike, that if we put together enough 'facts' and gave them a fast stir, we would come up with something that, at least by the standards of short-order cooks, could be called the truth.
There is something you find interesting, for a reason hard to explain. It is hard to explain because you have never read it on any page; there you begin.
Oh, how fine it is to know a thing or two.
...one never knows what interesting fact will turn up when researching a book!
salacious gossip. The fact that
I know the name of Turkey's leading avant-guard publication. I know that John Quincy Adams married for money. I know that Bud Abbott was a double-crosser, that absentee ballots are very popular in Ireland, and that dwarves have prominent buttocks.
Most books, after all, are ephemeral; their specifics, several years later, inspire about as much interest as daily battle reports from the Hundred Years' War.
I closed my eyes and curled my fists around the things I knew for sure:
That a scallop has thirty-five eyes, all blue.
That a tuna will suffocate if it ever stops swimming.
That I was loved.
That this time, it was not me who broke
If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they'd have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That'd lead 'em right! That's all I'm sayin'.
The facts, gentlemen, and nothing but the facts, for careful eyes are narrowly watching.
Each individual fact, taken by itself, can indeed arouse our curiosity or our astonishment, or be useful to us in its practical applications.
Just once in a while let us exalt the importance of ideas and information.
I am a writer of fragments.
How these curiosities would be quite forgott, did not such idle fellowes as I am putt them downe!
The more I heard, the less I knew.
This chapter is dedicated to those other delights of punctuation--exquisite little squiggles, those most delightful dots and dashes, and other tragically under-appreciated tiny tidbits!
Nah. I'm just yankin' your chain.
I offer detailed but mostly invented narratives about the provenance of my books.
I know lots of things you don't"
"Name five."
"The Grand Unification Theory, tax law, binary, the capital of Azerbailan, and how tractors work.
Whatever I'm throwing out there in my work, you either catch that detail because you're ready to catch it, but if you're not, that's OK - you're still being entertained.
Every skillful writer foregrounds notable aspects of experience, details that might otherwise be lost in the mass of data that continuously bathes our senses - and in so doing prompts us to find and savour those in the world around us.
Snippets from here and there - she's old, she tends to digress
about him, although not many
Fingers. They had served them to Littlefinger,
Many critics, when trying to praise a short-story collection, will say that it has the heft and scope of a good novel. But for me, one of the highest compliments you can pay a novel is to say that it has the rich texture and eloquent detail of a good story collection.
We writers, as we work our way deeper into our craft, learn to drop more and more personal clues. Like burglars who secretly wish to be caught, we leave our fingerprints on broken locks, our voiceprints in bugged rooms, our footprints in the wet concrete.
I knew now there was no such thing as a biblioblackhole.
Everything written truly lived.
Every real word. Every real story.
You had to find your words. You had to find your story.
My father assigned me to keep his scrapbooks. At first I was interested in reading only his rave notices, but I got interested in reading what the critics were saying about whether the play was good or not.
Miscellaneous Thoughts:
Give me a home where the buffalo roam and I will give you boredom and isolation.
Want to go to Mars? Spend a week in Red Rock Canyon.
Blueberry muffins last longer because you can't tell when they're moldy.
I came in piece, please assemble.
A fact: one picks it up and reads it, and puts it down, and there is an end to it. But an idea! That one may pick up, and reflect upon, and oppose, and expand, and so pass a delightful afternoon altogether.
Information wants to eat brie.
Unlike you, I don't intentionally bore myself with tedious information,
Make the important interesting.
Until all titles are taken away
Events are finally obscure forever
You wake and wonder
Whose case history you composed
As your confessions are filed
In the dialect
Of bureaux and electrons
One small thing
I've learned these years,
how to be alone,
and at the edge of aloneness
how to be found by the world.
We're all spies. What do we have if not our rumors, our half-truths, our fragments taken out of context?
source of information
In the quiet moments, the discoveries are made.
The world, even the smallest parts of it, is filled with things you don't know.
Whatever it is that you know, or that you don't know, tell me about it. We can exchange tirades. The comma is my favorite piece of punctuation and I've got all night.
I like knowing what makes people tick and wakes me stop ticking, like clocks.
I like the facts. I find them interesting.
An hour ago Cutwell had thumbed through the index of The Monster Fun Grimoire and had cautiously assembled a number of common household ingredients and put a match to them.
Funny thing about eyebrows, he mused. You never really noticed them until they'd gone.
Details are extremely important. A story without details is like an action movie without special effects.
Every fact is impure, but every fact contains in it the juices of life. Every fact is a clod, from which may grow an amaranth or a palm.
[Books] may sleep for a while and be neglected; but whenever the desire of information springs up in the human breast, there they are with mild wisdom ready to instruct and please us.
The most interesting things you learn in an interviews come from the: 'interesting', 'tell me more'
Literature is composed of quarter truths, and the quarters are often spent on penny candy.
Things We Couldn't Say,
There is only one thing which interests me vitally now, and that is the recording of all that which is omitted in books
It was often in small moments that significant things were revealed.
Literature may be light as a cobweb, but it must be fastened down to life at the four corners.
There is a hidden power in details
Footnotes are the finer-suckered surfaces that allow testicular paragraphs to hold fast to the wider reality of the library.
The things that stand out are often the oddities.
All the things you needed to know in life - you didn't learn them until you'd already made your decisions.
There are more things I don't even know by HALF than I do know by WHOLE.
The memory of a tone, the rhythm of an author's sentences, the sorrow we felt on a novel's last page
perhaps that is all that we can expect to keep from books.
I am concerned with facts of quite unverifiable intrinsic value, but which, by their absolutely unexpected violently fortuitous character, and the kind of associations of suspect ideas they provoke.
Sometimes you need the things you didn't know you needed to know.
Sometimes just the facts of the matter make it interesting.
I love reference books, especially collections of memorable quotations, world almanacs, and atlases. Facts to me are like candy or popcorn, small, tasty delights, and I like to gorge on them now and then.
About cars: They can list with faithful accuracy each model they acquired through the years, how much they paid for each one, its main faults, and why they traded it in - but they couldn't list as many close friends.
NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND
There seemed to be a mystifying universal conspiracy among textbook authors to make certain the material they dealt with never strayed too near the realm of the mildly interesting and was always at least a long-distance phone call from the frankly interesting.
Still on it creeps, Each little moment at another's heels, Till hours, days, years, and ages are made up Of such small parts as these, and men look back Worn and bewilder'd, wondering how it is.
I would like that to be known; these facts are in the summary which I think is a very good one.
In fact one frequently seemed to gather all sorts of similar information about subjects one had less than profound interest in.