The Life of Robert Louis Stevenson

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Methuen, 1915 - Authors, Scottish - 364 pages
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Page 319 - There are, so far as I know, three ways, and three ways only, of writing a story. Yon may take a plot and fit characters to it, or you may take a character and choose incidents and situations to develop it, or lastly — you must bear with me while I try to make this clear...
Page 14 - Thy foot he'll not let slide, nor will He slumber that thee keeps. -Behold, he that keeps Israel, He slumbers not, nor sleeps.
Page 84 - All through my boyhood and youth I was known and pointed out for the pattern of an idler; and yet I was always busy on my own private end, which was to learn to write.
Page 50 - When two of these asses met, there would be an anxious "Have you got your lantern?" and a gratified "Yes!" That was the shibboleth, and very needful too; for, as it was the rule to keep our glory contained, none could recognize a lantern-bearer, unless (like the pole-cat) by the smell.
Page 84 - I would either read, or a pencil and a penny version-book would be in my hand, to note down the features of the scene or commemorate some halting stanzas. Thus I lived with words. And what I thus wrote was for no ulterior use, it was written consciously for practice. It was not so much that I wished to be an author (though I wished that too) as that I had vowed that I would learn to write.
Page 320 - ... situations to develop it, or lastly — you must bear with me while I try to make this clear" — (here he made a gesture with his hand as if he were trying to shape something and give it outline and form) — "you may take a certain atmosphere and get action and persons to express and realise it. I '11 give you an example — The Merry Men.
Page 333 - UNDER the wide and starry sky Dig the grave, and let me lie. Glad did I live, and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me : Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Page 86 - That, like it or not, is the way to learn to write; whether I have profited or not, that is the way.
Page 85 - Whenever I read a book or a passage that particularly pleased me, in which a thing was said or an effect rendered with propriety, in which there was either some conspicuous force or some happy distinction in the style, I must sit down at once and set myself to ape that quality. I was unsuccessful, and...
Page 359 - Now the man who has his heart on his sleeve, and a good whirling weathercock of a brain, who reckons his life as a thing to be dashingly used and cheerfully hazarded...

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