Quotes About Literature

into the life of crime and made it real to me. I went everywhere with his books, idolizing him. A lot of people don't know this, but in 1976 Iceberg recorded an album called Reflections, which had a lot of slick rhyming. I used to spit his words back verbatim. The gangbangers used to constantly say, "Yo, kick

Scholars of the East and West have heroically consecrated their whole working lives to making available, by means of their own disciplines, Sufi literary and philosophical material to the world at large. In many cases they have faithfully recorded the Sufis' own reiteration that the Way of the Sufis cannot be understood by means of the intellect or by ordinary book learning.

Eruditos de Oriente y Occidente consagraron heroicamente sus existencias profesionales a poner a disposición del público el material literario y filosófico sufi, utilizando para ello sus propias disciplinas. En muchos casos hicieron referencia a la insistencia de los propios sufis en que el camino de los sufis no puede ser comprendido valiéndose del intelecto o mediante el común aprendizaje a través de libros.

No vale la pena agitar el frasco de las garrapatas. Esto es un juego, como todo lo que vale en la literatura. La palabra es una y la misma; la novela, digan lo que digan, viene de siempre y continúa. Rompiéndola, prevalece. En efecto, si no hay nada nuevo bajo el sol, es porque lo viejo vale para la novedad.

La mejor literatura es la que está hecha de preguntas más que de respuestas, de intuiciones más que de certezas, de dudas más que de convicciones.

Among some of the famous men educated by the Jesuits we find Bossuet, Corneille, Molière, Tasso, Fontenelle, Diderot, Voltaire, and Bourdaloue, himself a Jesuit.

When I'm really into a novel, I'm seeing the world differently during that time— not just for the hour or so in the day when I get to read. I'm actually walking around in a haze, spellbound by the book and looking at everything through a different prism.

when im really into a movel i'm seeing the world differntly during that time- not just for the hour or so in the day when i get to read. i'm actually walking around in a bit of a haze, spellbound by the book aand looking at everything through a different prism.

In a word, Shakespeare comes across as a bit of a biological determinist.   Toward

When I was a teenager I was a total romantic escapist. My world was books.

Google "brooklyn writer" and you'll get, Did you mean: the future of literature as we know it?

The best shop is of course a shop of knowledge; a bookshop.

Genghis nodded drunkenly. "Writing," he replied, scornfully. "It traps words." "It makes them real, lord. It makes them last.

Now there's nothing wrong with Booker prize novels - we all have wobbling tables or draughts coming in under the door

Science fiction is an amazing literature: plot elements that you would think would be completely worn out by now keep changing into surprising new forms.

That's what literature is. It's the people who went before us, tapping out messages from the past, from beyond the grave, trying to tell us about life and death! Listen to them!

Whitman had a profound influence on me. That was during my sophomore year when I came down with a bad attack of Whitmanitis. But he did me a lot of good, and I think the influence is discoverable.

The flesh of prose gets its shape and strength from the bones of grammar.

What would a grammar book be if it didn't lounge around in a little Latin? Let

It's dangerous to deal with words. In addition the author risks being flayed and stuffed after death by any little youthful and self-assured doctor of literature.

Saint Petersburg in revolt gave us Vladimir Nabokov, Isaiah Berlin, and Ayn Rand. The first was a novelist, the second a philosopher. The third was neither but thought she was both.

The world was a terrible place, cruel, pitiless, dark as a bad dream. Not a good place to live. Only in books could you find pity, comfort, happiness - and love. Books loved anyone who opened them, they gave you security and friendship and didn't ask anything in return; they never went away, never, not even when you treated them badly.

So what? All writers are lunatics!

Which of us has not felt that the character we are reading in the printed page is more real than the person standing beside us?