“Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge.” — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
“My books already threatened to take over my part of the room and keep on going . . . whatever cargoes of words I… — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
It came to me more as a whisper of suggestion than the fundamental adage that it is - if this is not biblical, I… — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
“Thinking is thinking. It happens in spite of a person. … I don’t have any choice. This stuff I’m talking about is on my… — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
“... hindsight is always through bifocals: it peers specifically instead of seeing whole.” — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
The nature of love is that it catches you off-guard, subjects you to rules you have never faced, some of them contradictory. — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
Every soldier in the course of time exists only in the breath of written word. — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
“I thought again what an achievement a book is, a magic box simultaneously holding the presence of the author and the wonders of the… — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
“Nightly awaits that sweet address Principality of Sleep Happy Land of Forgetfullness” — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
“Men and women are hard ore, we do not go to slag in a mere few seasons of forge.” — Ivan Doig Copy Share Image
