Autobiography begins with a sense of being alone. It is an orphan form.

YOU AND YOU ALONE ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN HAPPINESS, NOT ANYONE ELSE

Let your autobiography contain these words; “I was able to think positively, love affectionately and work efficiently”. Thinking, loving and working are what make us different from animals and trees.

But you can’t fault me on my footnotes. I’ve worked hard on them and they look pretty impressive. And almost all the sources I quote actually exist. I must confess, however, that the idea of...

I have found out the hard way that the path from victim to victory hinges on one word…Choose.

Let us make sure that future generation writes our biography.

Happy 3rd anniversary Navigating Life’s Roadways!This book is a charge and blessing from above. Writing it has been on my radar for a while.

But I had already fallen. Fallen into this deep, dark hole. I was trapped. Trapped in this nightmare.

Reading his autobiography many years later, I was astonished to find that Edward since boyhood had—not unlike Isaiah Berlin—often felt himself ungainly and ill-favored and awkward in bearing. He had always seemed to me quite...

How is it possible to write one’s autobiography in a world so fast-changing as this?

a hardened and shameless tea-drinker, who has, for twenty years, diluted his meals with only the infusion of this fascinating plant; whose kettle has scarcely time to cool; who with tea amuses the evening, with...

A ball feels different off every player’s racket-there are minute but concrete subtleties of force and spin. Now, hitting with her (Steffi Graf), I feel her subtleties. It’s like touching her, though we’re forty feet...

I knew that if I allowed fear to overtake me, my journey was doomed. Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a...

Thus, in a real sense, I am constantly writing autobiography,but I have to turn it into fiction in order to give it credibility.

Periodic Paralysis is not our friend

Monotony is the only reward of the cautious

I loved him with a passion of which I had no idea I was capable. I loved him partly to defend him against the world and partly because I genuinely believed we were soul mates.

I have a disease; I see language.

The memoirs of call girls are much in demand these days – a millennial craze.

Wow, what a horror novel

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on...

Your limits are somewhere up there, waiting for you to reach beyond infinity.

I try to be perfect but I’m not. I’m perfectly imperfect in every way.

Many great people had been considered to be boring, like Nigel Mansell, but anyone who had read the racing driver’s autobiography, “Clutch Down, Dick Out”, would know that perception was way off the mark.

A poet’s autobiography is his poetry. Anything else is just a footnote.

Before, the woods had always done so much for me. Once I could actually go out into the woods and communicate with God, or Nature or something. Now that something didn’t come through. It was...

No, no, I will write no autobiography. I do not believe that someone can write a perfectly honest autobiography.

Every autobiography is concerned with two characters, a Don Quixote, the Ego, and a Sancho Panza, the Self.

I used all my potential and all my talents and pushed myself to the limit. I could not have fought any harder.

[Jürgen Habermas’ obituary to friend and philosopher, Richard Rorty]One small autobiographical piece by Rorty bears the title ‘Wild Orchids and Trotsky.’ In it, Rorty describes how as a youth he ambled around the blooming hillside...

Those who rule the world get so little opportunity to run about and laugh and play in it.

I don’t need no Smith and Wesson, man, I got Merriam and Webster.

I didn’t think before that I’d done enough to justify publishing an autobiography but after 40 years in show business I’m now ready to tell my story.

[In his 1983 autobiography,] Giant Steps, … Either because I was an athlete or because I was black — probably both — there seemed to be a clear assumption that I wouldn’t be up to...

If you haven’t cried at least once while writing a chapter of your inspirational book, then you have to ask yourself if your’re writing fiction.

Archie Henderson has won no awards, written no books and never played any representative sport. He was an under-11 tournament-winning tennis player as a boy, but left the game when he discovered rugby where he...

Expensive illogicalities and inefficiencies do not worry the monsters of American bureaucracy, and the taxpayers are enthusiastic and eager to spend fortunes in the name of fighting crime. Prison places cost the US taxpayer more...

Even wondered about the difference?Autobiography: The usually self-serving accounts of personal accomplishments by a public figure.Memoir: The usually self-serving accounts of someone whose only accomplishments are often self-pity and vindictiveness.

Do you consider yourself a blessing or just another person?

Thos who rule the world get so little opportunity to run about and laugh and play in it.

But I think I scraped off most of the burned part,” she would add, overlooking that this included every bit of it that had once been flesh. Happily, all this suited my father. His palate...

Aren’t autobiographies born in a question we ask ourselves: how did I get to this point? Don’t we look back over the path and tell ourselves a story? This is how it happened. This is...

Sometimes, the way around prejudice is education.

I just want to this about that.

My Turn is the distilled bathwater of Mrs. Reagan’s life. It is for the most part sweetish, with a tart edge of rebuke, but disappointingly free of dirt or particulate matter of any kind.

The humanitarian philosophies that have been developed (sometimes under some religious banner and invariably in the face of religious opposition) are human inventions, as the name implies – and our species deserves the credit. I...

The New York Times bestseller list only has four categories. There ought to be a fifth category for autobiography. Or perhaps we should call it handicapped nonfiction.

Music is not my life. My life is music.

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Listen: I don’t have anything against autobiographies, so long as the writer has a penis that’s twelve inches long when erect. So long as the writer is a woman who was once a whore and...