Quote by Ron Chernow

“For this, that now was coming, he had very little curiosity. For years it had obseessed him; but now it meant nothing in itself.…

— Ernest Hemingway

“This was not uncommon in government-run operations, where a request that someone do their job often induced a catatonic state that might last anywhere…

— Matthew Polly

“...he spent whole days and nights over his books; and thus with little sleeping and much reading his brains dried up to such a…

— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

“He would smile at times, but I never heard him laugh aloud,” said Louisa Boggs. “He was a sad man . . . he seemed almost in…

— Ron Chernow

“In his life he'd passed through long periods of gratefulness and good cheer, but he'd scarcely even imagined this level of thorough contentment with…

— Chad Harbach

“This was his favorite time of day, reading to his heart's content before going to sleep. When he tired of reading, he would fall…

— Haruki Murakami

“He couldn’t believe that sleep had robbed him of this spectacle night after night. Such are the writer’s privileges, he thought, nostalgic already for…

— César Aira

For weeks past he had been making ready for this moment, and it had never crossed his mind that anything would be needed except…

— George Orwell

“He lay still, his bloodshot eyes staring blankly before him, and drifted into dreams of his problems, compulsively living out dialogues, summing up emotional…

— Richard Wright

“Again, he lay awake, that feeling of being late still stubbornly refusing”

— Brian Harmon

Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. Anything might be done in that time. Anything. Nothing. Oh, he had had hundreds of hours, and…

— Aldous Huxley

“Every writing session after this realization, I dedicated five minutes (sometimes more, never less) and wrote out a quick description of what I was…

— Rachel Aaron