Zelda Popkin

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Every door opens to something and it is better to go toward that something than to sit staring at the blank wall of time.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Wall
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No war can end war except a total war which leaves no human creature on earth. Each war creates the causes of war: hate, desire for revenge and have-nots, desperate with need.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Revenge
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Grief is illness. You cannot breathe; you cannot walk or eat or sleep. The sickness is entire, the body and the spirit.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Grief
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pity runs its course. An hour comes when no hand but your own can build your future.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Running
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Destiny is thrifty. To weave her tapestry, she uses even the tiniest snips of thread.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Fate
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Each husband gets the infidelity he deserves.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Husband
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New York's the place where you can have a private life. You can do anything, be anything you please. New Yorkers mind their own business. Police cars, ambulances, fire engines - nobody even turns around for them. We go to the movies for excitement.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: New York
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Inspiration is just one requirement for being a writer. Another is keeping regular working hours.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Inspiration
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There's no privacy for the violently dead.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Death
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The newer education put stress on culture ... Saturday mornings, the young were brushed and washed, forced into blue cheviot suits, and dragged to children's concerts to learn appreciation. They wriggled, squirmed, counted the light bulbs in the ceiling, dived under seats to gather ticket stubs, stampeded out at intermissions. The weakness of their bladders was astounding.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Appreciation
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of all the deprivations which afflict humankind, none is more dreadful than loneliness. A corrosive, it eats the heart out. People were meant to live by twos, with someone close with whom to share good and bad, to hear breathing in the dark room at night. Being alone is the one unnatural act.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Loneliness
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A country inn is a percolator. News seeps, simmers, and bubbles.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Country
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You do not conceive a novel as easily as you conceive a child, nor even half as easily as you create nonfiction work. A journalist amasses facts, anecdotes and interviews with top brass. Enough of these add up to a book. A novelist demands quite different things. He has to find himself in his materials, to know for sure how he would feel and act and the events he writes about. In addition, he requires a catalyst — a person, idea, or emotion which coalesces his ingredients and makes them jell into a solid purpose.
- Zelda Popkin
Collection: Children