The 2 nd of June, 1935 90 years Carol Shields was an American-born Canadian author
Words are our life. We are human because we use language. So I think we are less human when we use less language.
My hobbies — this is a word I never think of using — are reading and writing (I long ago gave up the notion of being well-rounded). I also like to walk, which helps me to think better. I have no interest in yoga or meditation or attempts to clear the mind of thoughts. My thoughts are all I have.
author of The Stone Diaries”
The 2 nd of June, 1840 185 years Thomas Hardy was an English novelist and poet
“ Tes s of the D’Ur bervi lles”, “Far from the Mad ding Crow d”,
and
“ Jude the Obscure”
The 3 rd of June, 1930 95 years Marion Zimmer Bradley was an American author of fantasy novels
“ The Mists of Avalon”
and
“ the Darkover”
series
The 4 th of June, 1960 65 years Kristine Kathryn Rusch is an American author
“ Millennium Babies”
She has written novels under various names, including Kristine Grayson for romance, and Kris Nelscott for mystery
The 4 th of June, 1955 70 years Val McDermid is a Scottish crime writer
“ The Wire in the Blood”
The 5 th of June, 1970 55 years Gayle Forman is an American author of young-adult fiction
“ If I Stay”
The 6 th of June, 1970 55 years Sarah Dessen is an American writer
“ Someone Like You”, “Just Listen”, and “Lullaby”
The 6 th of June, 1875 150 years Thomas Mann was a German novelist, short story writer, social critic, essayist and philanthropist. He was awarded the 1929 Nobel Prize in Literature.
“ The Magic Mountain”
and “Death in Venice ”
The 7 th of June, 1935 90 years Harry Crews was an American novelist, playwright, short story writer and essayist
“ The Gospel Singer”
The 10 th of June, 1925 100 years James Salter was an American novelist and short-story writer
Man was very fortunate to have invented the book . Without it, the past would completely vanish, and we would be left with nothing, we would be naked on earth.
Age doesn’t arrive slowly, it comes in a rush. One day nothing has changed, a week later, everything has. A week may be too long a time, it can happen overnight. You are the same and still the same and suddenly one morning two distinct lines, ineradicable, have appeared at the corners of your mouth.
“ The Hunters”, “All That Is ” and his memoir, “Burning the Days: Recollection”
The 10 th of June, 1915 110 years Saul Bellow was a Canadian-born American writer. Bellow was awarded the Pulitzer Prize, the Nobel Prize in Literature, and the National Medal of Arts.
“ Herzog” , “Mr. Sammler’s Planet”, and “The Adventures of Augie March”
The 11 th of June, 1980 45 years Jennifer L. Armentrout is an American writer of young adult, and adult novels
“ Lux”, beginning with “Obsidian” , and the “Covenant” series
The 11 th of June, 1925 100 years William Styron was an American novelist who won major literary awards for his work
Writers ever since writing began have had problems, and the main problem narrows down to just one word—life. Certainly this might be an age of so-called faithlessness and despair we live in, but the new writers haven’t cornered any market on faithlessness and despair, any more than Dostoyevsky or Marlowe or Sophocles did. Every age has its terrible aches and pains, its peculiar new horrors, and every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what that same friend of mine calls “the fleas of life”—you know, colds, hangovers, bills, sprained ankles, and little nuisances of one sort or another. They are the constants of life, at the core of life, along with nice little delights that come along every now and then.
“ Lie Down in Darkness”,
“ The Confessions of Nat Turner”,
and “Sophie’s Choice”
The 13 th of June, 1865 160 years William Butler Yeats was an Irish Poet who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
“ The Autobiography of William Butler Yeats”
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