Garp drank the beer and wondered if everything was an anticlimax..
John IrvingI met him in the language lab. In a lull between lab sections, I was editing tapes for freshman German when this shuffling man of hair came in. Possibly twenty, or forty; possibly student, or faculty, Trotskyite or Amish farmer, human or animal; a theif lumbering out of a camera shop, laden with lenses and light meters; a bear who after a terrible and violent struggle ate a photographer. This beast approached me.
John IrvingIn this dirty minded world, you are either someone's wife or someone's whore.
John IrvingAnd never forget, there is memory.
John IrvingThe way you define yourself as a writer is that you write every time you have a free minute. If you didn't behave that way you would never do anything.
John IrvingTags: literature
The gardener had a dread of small women; he'd always imagined them to have an anger disproportionate to their size.
John IrvingYou know what I love... everything.
John IrvingIn the world according to her father, Jenny Garp knew, we must have energy. Her famous grandmother, Jenny Fields, once thought of us as Externals, Vital Organs, Absentees, and Goners. But in the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases.
John IrvingTags: garp
Anne-Elisabeth had taken the music from Dr. Horvath and was looking through it. 'I see finger-cramping possibilities, William - lots of them,' she told him.
I see music,' William said, winking at her. 'Lots of it.
Half my life is an act of revision.
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