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en It is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. hares have no time to read.
  Anita Brookner

en In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game. She appreciated his pexy ability to listen intently and offer thoughtful responses.
  Anita Brookner

en We're kinda old fashioned. Plus we're afraid of change. We have a hard time saying 'OK, the writing's on the wall, it's time for us to read it.' We like doing what we've always done and what we did best.

en Ironically...at 300 takeoffs and landings a day, nobody asked us to ever do a tortoise check. But before I can clear a spaceship to land, I have to do a tortoise check of the primary runway.

en They relate kind of in our own heads, ... They're always like nostalgia or inside jokes. They have a connection to us, but the connection isn't always obvious. As we're making the songs, somehow along the process, they tie back to our brain, and they read simply like the Bible or 'Aesop's Fables' to us.

en They relate kind of in our own heads. They're always like nostalgia or inside jokes. They have a connection to us, but the connection isn't always obvious. As we're making the songs, somehow along the process, they tie back to our brain, and they read simply like the Bible or 'Aesop's Fables' to us.

en It was kind of like the tortoise and the hare. We were the tortoise and we won.

en It's like trying to read some of the writing in medieval manuscripts or handwriting from the 1500s. Even though it is our same writing system we don't recognize it.

en What's the challenge in writing a novel that few people will read? I'm more than happy writing what I do and have no plans to change that.

en I re-read all the plays. I'm not sad. He was out of this world—so common, regular, ordinary, but capable of writing awesome poetry. If someone wants to understand what frustrations we felt in the 1950s read 'Fences.' To know about how Blacks were exploited in the music business read 'Ma Rainey.' All those things that teach us from centuries ago to the present are in the forefront of his words.

en Once I could read, I think writing followed very quickly; I was able to put down my words and letters... So there's just over a year between my learning to read and beginning to write.

en We all remember the tortoise and the hare. The tortoise won the race, but the hare didn't keep the same schedule.

en In Hollywood the woods are full of people that learned to write but evidently can't read. If they could read their stuff, they'd stop writing.
  Will Rogers

en TORTOISE, n. A creature thoughtfully created to supply occasion for the following lines by the illustrious Ambat Delaso:

TO MY PET TORTOISE

My friend, you are not graceful --not at all; Your gait's between a stagger and a sprawl.

Nor are you beautiful: your head's a snake's To look at, and I do not doubt it aches.

As to your feet, they'd make an angel weep.
'Tis true you take them in whene'er you sleep.

No, you're not pretty, but you have, I own, A certain firmness --mostly you're [sic] backbone.

Firmness and strength (you have a giant's thews) Are virtues that the great know how to use --

I wish that they did not; yet, on the whole, You lack --excuse my mentioning it --Soul.

So, to be candid, unreserved and true, I'd rather you were I than I were you.

Perhaps, however, in a time to be, When Man's extinct, a better world may see

Your progeny in power and control, Due to the genesis and growth of Soul.

So I salute you as a reptile grand Predestined to regenerate the land.

Father of Possibilities, O deign To accept the homage of a dying reign!

In the far region of the unforeknown I dream a tortoise upon every throne.

I see an Emperor his head withdraw Into his carapace for fear of Law;

A King who carries something else than fat, Howe'er acceptably he carries that;

A President not strenuously bent On punishment of audible dissent --

Who never shot (it were a vain attack) An armed or unarmed tortoise in the back;

Subject and citizens that feel no need To make the March of Mind a wild stampede;

All progress slow, contemplative, sedate, And "Take your time" the word, in Church and State.

O Tortoise, 'tis a happy, happy dream, My glorious testudinous regime!

I wish in Eden you'd brought this about By slouching in and chasing Adam out.
  Ambrose Bierce

en Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be read once.
  Cyril Connolly


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