What did Mark Haddon mean by: Appalling things can happen to children. And even a happy childhood is filled with sadnesses. Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom Copy
Being clever was when you looked at how things were and used the evidence to work out something new. Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Cleverness, Evidence, Innovation, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
Science and literature give me answers. And they ask me questions I will never be able to answer. Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Literature, Questions, Science, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
Most of my work consisted of crossing out. Crossing out was the secret of all good writing. Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Editing, Perseverance, Writing, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
How pleased we are to have our eyes opened but how easily we close them again. Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Awareness, Human nature, Ignorance, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
I’ve come to realize that most good ideas are precisely the ones you can’t describe. Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Abstract, Creativity, Insight, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
The secret of contentment lay in ignoring many things completely. Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Contentment, Ignorance, Simplicity, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
Jane Austen writes about these humdrum lives with such empathy that they seem endlessly fascinating Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Empathy, Fascination, Mundane, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
From a good book, I want to be taken to the very edge. I want a glimpse into that outer darkness. Author, January 3, 2024January 1, 2025, Mark Haddon, Curiosity, Danger, Exploration, 0 Mark Haddon Author · United Kingdom
Children have neither past nor future;they enjoy the present, which very few of us do. Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I didn’t mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit. Michael Leunig Cartoonist · Australia
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
Without art, without communicating, we wouldn’t live beyond 30 because we’d be so sad and depressed. Wayne Coyne Musician · USA
