153 Quotes About Rats

Pulitzer is a word but accomplishment is an aura.

You want to get your book to press. You rush it through. Revision number twenty—done. Do you really need twenty more? Yes. A half-baked book is a half-birthed child. It aborts, is put on life support; reviewers line the hall to pull the plug.

I’ve had a fountain pen surgically implanted in my left index finger to save trouble. My body is tattooed with line upon line of truth, fiction, and a not-always-pleasing mix of the two.

This piece of earth I billet grows small. Bullets of time dart past, dropping shards of opportunity at my feet. And until the rift that surrounds my decaying body clamps shut—swallows me up like so many remains—I army on, simultaneously ignoring and saving my comrades in the hole.Such is a writer’s life.

I read a book, am vortexed in with no escape; my face contorts, eyelids frost, breath comes short, body longs, heart stop-starts. Who’s to say too much won’t kill me? Who’s to say I care?

But he might have had a bang on the head!" said Joan. "Poor little boy, he thinks he was a rat!""Hmm," said the receptionist, and wrote rodent delusion on a pink slip of paper.

i could step off the end of this pier but i gotshit to do and an appointment on tuesdayto shed uninvited blood and tissuei'll miss you, i sayto the river to the waterto the son or daughteri thought better ofi could fall in love with jerseyat sunsetbut i leave the view to the ratsand tiptoe back

My mother told stories - of their life in the war and how she'd played the accordion in the air-raid shelter and it had got rid of the rats. Apparently rats like violins and pianos but they can't stand the accordion . . .

Once or twice I saw evidence that rats had been nesting among the books, rearranging them to make snug two and three-level homes for themselves and smearing dung on the covers to form the rude characters of their speech.