Words matter. These are the best Katie Kitamura Quotes, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
It took me a long time to accept that I was a writer.
We act in ways that are mysterious to ourselves.
It’s difficult to identify why two cultures will react differently to the same sport.
I never listen to music when I write. It’s too much of a distraction.
I like a lot of Spanish language writers. I really love Javier Marias.
How do we describe the fact of human existence? At a certain point, perhaps, style fails us. Language, even and in particular at its most evocative, becomes less of an aid and more of a difficulty.
In a fight, you don’t need much context for drama. You watch a fight, and that’s it.
Generally speaking, there’s some quality of compulsion that attaches itself to the idea of the list. It’s true that lists organise the daily chaos of working life. But the impulse to make lists has to do with something more than either administrative practicalities or the record of a creative process.
From their breakout 2002 single, ‘Losing My Edge,’ LCD Soundsystem have offered a unique combination of geek knowledge, passion and intelligent, ironic distance.
I am generally wary of the demand for ‘likeability’ in fiction, which I think is a bastardisation of the demand of identification – itself something of a suspect notion.
People remain unknowable to us, even people that we’re very close to. And I think the same goes for our own selves.
I was introduced to fighting by my brother – he’s a tattooer, a tough guy – and I completely fell in love with it. I was watching fights on YouTube all the time. I would go to parties to watch UFC fights.
‘Losing My Edge’ was an anthem for the aging music nerd, with lyrics detailing a comically epic list of historical dates, bands and attended gigs: the anti-hipster’s defence against ‘the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered Eighties.’
For about as long as I’ve been writing fiction, I’ve kept a record of the books I’ve read.
The first fight I saw live, the fighter I was shadowing lost in front of a crowd of forty thousand people. The scale of that is staggering to me. Undergoing that overlap between something very personal and something very public strikes me as both admirable and also somewhat terrifying.
There’s something about being a woman and being able to dress up in men’s clothing, so to speak.
The alchemy of a fight card is a mysterious thing. Even the most meticulous matchmaking can sometimes misfire.
I’m not one to probe my limitations.
There’s a long relationship between science fiction and the ‘novel of ideas,’ and I think writers of science fiction are able to draw on that tradition to take risks, to constantly raise the level of their ambition.
There should be characters and situations that we cannot identify with, that retain either too much horror or too much wonder to allow for simple identification. That feels to me like an accurate depiction of what it is like to be in the world, rather than a neutered register of continual empathy.
I pretty much admire anybody who has the discipline and the will to make a career out of fighting. It takes buckets of nerve.
I think it’s poignant and powerful, this idea that if someone knows your name, they have the ability to kind of hail you and make demands upon you.
