Type Quotes - Page 19

I've always been the bookish type, and I've never really hidden that about myself.

I'm not interested in types. I'm interested in archetypes.

I'm just the type of person that realizes that someone is always going to have something to say so I could care less about it.

Prefects. I had learned this one. Student council types, but with superpowers. They who must be obeyed.

We are often miserable at our desk or typewriters, but not happy away from them.

I'm the type that thinks if you don't learn from history, you're doomed to repeat it.

What you did to one, you did to all. So they couldn't have that type of religion being taught in the prison.

Sometimes language gets in the way of the story's feelings. The reader finds himself experiencing the language of the story rather than the story. The words sit there on the page like coins, with their own opacity, as though they're there for their own sake. "A man goes into a phone booth, stirring coins in his palm." "Stirring" is such an obviously selected word. You can feel the writer looking for the word as he sat at the typewriter.

You can lie to your wife or your boss, but you cannot lie to your typewriter. Sooner or later you must reveal your true self in your pages.

The problem with prototypes is they don't always work.

They did type me as a horror writer, but I have been able to do all sorts of things within that framework.

It's okay. You aren't my type. What's your type? Someone who gets into less trouble.

I write longhand and I type and I rewrite on the typed pages.

Like all his type, Newton was wholly aloof from women.

When it comes to girls (and in Colin's case, it so often did), everyone has a type. Colin Singleton's type was not physical but linguistic: he liked Katherines. And not Katies or Kats or Kitties or Cathys or Rynns or Trinas or Kays or Kates or, god forbid, Catherines. K-A-T-H-E-R-I-N-E. He had dated 19 girls. All of them had been named Katherine. And all of them- every single solitary one- had dumped him.

When the typewriter stops in a New York office everybody's embarrassed; men start to quarrel or to make love to the stenographer or drop lighted cigarettes in the wastebasket.

I was starting to buy into my own sort of stereotype in a way.

By setting up a universe which tends to hold everything we do, see, and say in the sway of its cosmos, an archetype is best comparable with a God

There is romance, the genuine glinting stuff, in typewriters, and not merely in their development from clumsy giants into agile dwarfs, but in the history of their manufacture, which is filled with raids, battles, lonely pioneers, great gambles, hope, fear, despair, triumph. If some of our novels could be written by the typewriters instead of on them, how much better they would be.

When I sit down at the typewriter, I write. Someone once asked me if I had a fixed routine before I start, like setting up exercises, sharpening pencils, or having a drink of orange juice. I said, "No, the only thing I do before I start writing is to make sure that I'm close enough to the typewriter to reach the keys."

I've spent my life alone in a room with a typewriter.

There’s nothing wrong with not looking like something. It just means you don’t fit the stereotype yet.

I was never my own type so I completely missed my beauty all through my youth.

There are only two types of motorists: the idiots who drive slower than me, and the lunatics who go faster.

The living is merely a type of what is dead, and a very rare type.