Quotes About Literature

You forget, I said, I'm a writer and the Muses are the daughters of Memory.

I would rather,' he said, 'give a healthy boy or a healthy girl a phial of prussic acid than this novel.' (And here let me pause to make Mr. Douglas a sporting offer. I will provide a healthy boy, a phial of prussic acid, and a copy of The Well of Loneliness, and if he keeps his word and gives the boy the prussic acid I undertake to pay all expenses of his defense at the ensuing murder trial and to erect a monument to his memory after he has been hanged.)

Shearwater sighed, like a whale in the night.

You read and you're pierced. That's one of the things I try to teach my students-how to write piercingly.

Punctured, utterly deflated, he dropped into a chair and, covering his face with his hands, began to weep. A few minutes later, however, he thought better of it and took four tablets of soma. Upstairs in his room the Savage was reading Romeo and Juliet.

And it's what you never will write, said the Controller. Because, if it were really like Othello nobody could understand it, however new it might be. And if were new, it couldn't possibly be like Othello.

Only a person with a Best Seller mind can write Best Sellers; and only someone with a mind like Shelley's can write Prometheus Unbound. The deliberate forger has little chance with his contemporaries and none at all with posterity.

Poate p?rea ciudat, dar cele mai apropiate de realitate sunt întotdeauna operele literare considerate a fi cel mai puÅ£in adev?rate. S-ar putea ca realitatea în totalitatea ei s? fie întotdeauna mult prea puÅ£in demn? de a fi înregistrat?, prea lipsit? de sens sau prea oribil? pentru a r?mâne neliteraturizat?.

Viata e insa atat de banala,incat literatura trebuie sa se ocupe de lucrurile care ies din comun.

Dualism…Without it there can hardly be good literature. With it, there most certainly can be no good life.

Le galbe évasé de ses hanches: had one ever read a French novel in which that phrase didn't occur?

Galbe. That was a good word; but it was French. Le galbe evase de ses hanches: had one ever read a French novel in which that phrase didn't occur? Some day he would compile a dictionary for the use of novelists. Galbe, gonfle, goulu: parfum, peau, pervers, potele, pudeur: vertu, volupte

Da se napiše loša knjiga, treba isto toliko truda kao i da se napiše dobra.

Ca?y k?opot z fikcj? literack? polega na tym - rzek? John Rivers - ?e za du?o w niej sensu. W rzeczywisto?ci nigdy nie ma sensu

What I glory in is the civilized, middle way between stink and asepsis. Give me a little musk, a little intoxicating feminine exhalation, the bouquet of old wine and strawberries, a lavender bag under every pillow and potpourri in the corners of the drawing-room. Readable books, amusing conversation, civilized women, graceful art and dry vintage, music, with a quiet life and reasonable comfort?—that's all I ask for.

The proper study of mankind is books. –

In politics, the near future is likely to be closer to George Orwell's 1984 than to Brave New World.

I have discovered the most exciting, the most arduous literary form of all, the most difficult to master, the most pregnant in curious possibilities. I mean the advertisement. It is far easier to write ten passably effective Sonnets, good enough to take in the not too inquiring critic, than one effective advertisement that will take in a few thousand of the uncritical buying public.

Look at the testimony of literature. In the days of chivalry our sympathies go with the Knight-errant, who redresses wrongs; with the King, whose courage and wisdom deliver his people from their enemies. But when Kingship became tyranny, and feudalism oppression, we took our heroes from the rebels. Robin Hood, Hereward the Wake, Bonnie Prince Charlie, Rob Roy; it was always the Under Dog that appealed to the artist.

Nobody reads poetry anymore So who the hell are you I see bent over this book?

Chi può capire qualcosa della dolcezza se non ha mai chinato la propria vita, tutta quanta, sulla prima riga della prima pagina di un libro? No, quella è la sola e più dolce custodia di ogni paura-un libro che inizia.

vždy mal na sebe sako a kravatu, lebo tvrdil, že knihy treba reÅ¡pektovaÃ…Â¥, vÅ¡etky, aj tie mizerné.

Quale sarebbe questo medicamento prodigioso con cui contate di salvare il vostro selvaggio? lui amava rispondere - Le mie rose

But he'll never be fully recognised, because Scots literature these days is all about complaining and moaning and being injured in one's soul.