Bits And Pieces Quotes

When I pick up the guitar, it’s a melody, and that’s what drives the lyrics. It’s bits and pieces of truth, but it is storytelling.

I can’t rightly say where deciding to write about the American Revolution came from; I had bits and pieces of information about the war and about the country at that time that I’d collected over the years and, of course, I’m comfortable in the woods, so, finally, it just all feel into place.

Shattered people are best represented by bits and pieces.

There are bits and pieces of me probably in every one of my 35 or so books.

So while it seemed like you were seeing everything, you really weren’t. Just bits and pieces that looked like a whole.

Even clingfilm – if it’s gone over a salad bowl, take it off, use it again. I wash out carrier bags; I save brown paper from parcels. I save string; I save ribbons. I separate all my bits and pieces.

I watch everybody and tried to take bits and pieces from everybody.

I luckily had a very charming, lovable mom who I think everybody could see bits and pieces of their mom in.

Every chef has his treats. By that, I mean bits and pieces from things you’re working on – crusty little cake trimmings, ends from a brisket, collars from a salmon, scraps. But they’re snacks to me, and I eat them right off the cutting board – maybe too much.

They always say, doing what I do for a living, write what you know and then people will respond to it. I luckily had a very charming, lovable mom who I think everybody could see bits and pieces of their mom in. All I had to do was write a character that was like my mom, and it made my life easier.

Look at the bark of a redwood, and you see moss. If you peer beneath the bits and pieces of the moss, you’ll see toads, small insects, a whole host of life that prospers in that miniature environment. A lumberman will look at a forest and see so many board feet of lumber. I see a living city.

The things that we’ve done as a couple all started by accident. We got married and then we seemed to have loads of interest from people who were asking us to do bits and pieces and then we started presenting together, which really, was another accident but we enjoyed it so we carried on doing it.

The beachcomber goes looking for trouble, everything he finds is a sign of trouble. The writer is the same; without trouble he has nothing to work with, so he picks over the tide line, over the bits and pieces of people’s lives with grim fascination.

I read a whole bunch of bits and pieces over the years, obviously from the fan magazines and the rest of the stuff, and I just wanted to give a little more insight into what’s happening in my personal life.

This is what a city is, bits and pieces that supplement each other and support each other.

Our memory is our coherence, our reason, our feeling, even our action. Without it, we are nothing.

I tried to hold myself apart, showing only what I wanted, doling out bits and pieces of who I was. But that only works out for so long. Eventually, even the smallest fragments can’t help but, make a whole.