When Beckett's name came into the discussion, the priest grew loud and told me that Beckett `` hates life ''.

" For me, Beckett's view of the world is quite sadly accurate.

In the novel Molloy ( 1950 ), Beckett's eponymous character describes himself as " I who had loved the image of old Geulincx, dead young, who left me free, on the black boat of Ulysses, to crawl towards the East, along the deck ".

A Yank writing from Vicksburg, May 28, 1863, stated: `` not less than 50 balls have passed over me since I commenced writing.

His reception remained warmer in America than Britain, and he continued to publish novels and short stories, but by the late 1930s the audience for Milne's grown-up writing had largely vanished: he observed bitterly in his autobiography that a critic had said that the hero of his latest play (" God help it ") was simply " Christopher Robin grown up ... what an obsession with me children are become!

Immanuel Kant, writing in 1790, observes of a man " If he says that canary wine is agreeable he is quite content if someone else corrects his terms and reminds him to say instead: It is agreeable to me ," because " Everyone has his own ( sense of ) taste ".

He credited his mother, later writing " imbued me with the feeling that I had some sort of talent.

At the end of the commentary Simplicius wrote: " Nor does my writing this commentary prove beneficial to others only, for I myself have already found great advantage from it, by the agreeable diversion it has given me, in a season of trouble and public calamity.

For some years past I have managed to make the capitalist class pay me several pounds a week for writing books against capitalism.

* " It has been suggested that Tiptree is female, a theory that I find absurd, for there is to me something ineluctably masculine about Tiptree ’ s writing.

Although Orbison recorded and wrote standard structure songs before " Only the Lonely ", he claimed never to have learned how to write them: " I'm sure we had to study composition or something like that at school, and they'd say ' This is the way you do it ,' and that's the way I would have done it, so being blessed again with not knowing what was wrong or what was right, I went on my own way .... So the structure sometimes has the chorus at the end of the song, and sometimes there is no chorus, it just goes ... But that's always after the fact — as I'm writing, it all sounds natural and in sequence to me.

" However, Mencken did enjoy certain aspects of Dayton, writing, " The town, I confess, greatly surprised me.

" Whedon openly wonders why his identification figure is a woman, but describes it as " a real autobiographical kind of therapy for me " to be writing a strong female character like Buffy.

Newton also acknowledged to Halley that his correspondence with Hooke in 1679-80 had reawakened his dormant interest in astronomical matters, but that did not mean, according to Newton, that Hooke had told Newton anything new or original: " yet am I not beholden to him for any light into that business but only for the diversion he gave me from my other studies to think on these things & for his dogmaticalness in writing as if he had found the motion in the Ellipsis, which inclined me to try it ...".

Newton also acknowledged to Halley that his correspondence with Hooke in 1679 – 80 had reawakened his dormant interest in astronomical matters, but that did not mean, according to Newton, that Hooke had told Newton anything new or original: " yet am I not beholden to him for any light into that business but only for the diversion he gave me from my other studies to think on these things & for his dogmaticalness in writing as if he had found the motion in the Ellipsis, which inclined me to try it.

Caroline was devastated, writing to Leibniz, " The calamity has overwhelmed me with grief and sickness, and it is only the hope that I may soon follow her that consoles me.

In 1926, when she was 15 years old, she wrote in her personal diary, " The unfavourable condition of the Hebrew writer is no secret to me [...] Writing not in Hebrew is the same for me as not writing at all.

Richardson once wrote to a friend that " my nervous disorders will permit me to write with more impunity than to read " and that writing allowed him a " freedom he could find nowhere else ".

In making his 1981 re-recording of the Goldberg Variations, Glenn Gould considered playing this variation at a slower tempo, in keeping with the tempo of the preceding variation ( Variation 16 ), but ultimately decided not to because " Variation 17 is one of those rather skittish, slightly empty-headed collections of scales and arpeggios which Bach indulged when he wasn ’ t writing sober and proper things like fugues and canons, and it just seemed to me that there wasn't enough substance to it to warrant such a methodical, deliberate, Germanic tempo.

:" Today I had to answer a letter from your brother which cost me a lot of writing, so I can write very little to you ... You'll readily understand that I had to write a very emphatic letter, because he made no lesser suggestion than that I should take his 2 children into my care, since he would like to make a journey through Germany to England ...

" Sturges objected, and eventually Lewin gave in, writing, " Follow your witty nose, my boy ; it will lead you and me and Paramount to the Elysian pastures of popular entertainment.

On one of the tripods there was this inscription in Cadmean writing, which as he attested, resembled Ionian letters: (" Amphitryon dedicated me forgetthe spoils of battle of Teleboae.

And you wanted no part of me when I had so much to give.

Next to him was a young boy I was sure had sat near me at one of the trading sessions.

Later I would remember what this pompous little man had told me about the worth of a ticket.

I could observe the two fans down at the end, but their size in themselves meant nothing to me as long as I had no measure of comparison.

To this effect I had already severed all connections which bound me to my former existence.

An Ah coudn ansuh him an so Ah said ' Aw right, Ah gay-ess, an his fathuh didn uttuh one wohd an aftuh Huhmun was gone, the majuh laughed an tole me thet he an the bawh had been hevin an occasional drink t'gethuh f'ovuh a yeah, onleh an occasional one, but just the same it was behahn mah back, an Ah doan think thet's nahce at all, d'you ''??

True, she was my Aunt, married to an Uncle related to me only by marriage, but why she had married a man twice her age, and more, perhaps, I did not know or much care.

I felt that he looked at me coldly and appraisingly and seemed to be uncertain what his attitude towards me should be, but he did not say one word which might indicate that he had been told of advances to his wife.

`` Dear girl '', Walter had finally said, `` he writes me that he is sleeping in the English Gardens ''.

In the hut to which I was assigned -- Max had his own quarters -- my food was brought to me by a wrinkled crone with bare drooping breasts who seemed to enjoy conversing with me in rudimentary phrases.

Though I had a great dread of the island and felt I would never leave it alive, I eagerly wrote down everything she told me about its women.

I persuaded an Australian friend who had lived `` outback '' for years to take me to see some aborigines living in the bush.

When I mentioned that for my first long voyage I did not even have the money for the return fare, but had trusted to luck that I would earn a sufficient amount, the young people looked at me doubtingly.

Could it be that my own eyes and ears had deceived me??

He wanted to know if my father had beaten me or my mother had run away from home to give me an unhappy childhood.

It seemed to me that the liberals had scrapped the balanced polarity and reposed both liberty and the fundamental law in the common man.

I had read the story many times without asking myself why it affected me or caring why it did.

I left behind me brave men, whom captivity had robbed of all hope.

You probably would not remember, since you never seemed to remember even the same moments as I, much less their intensity, one sunny midday on Fifth Avenue when you had set out with me for some final shopping less than a week before the wedding you staged for me with such reluctance at the Farm.