Quotes About Author

I don't see how the study of language and literature can be separated from the question of free speech, which we all know is fundamental to our society. [p.92]

AHA! interrupted Officer Shrift, making another note in his little book. Just as I thought: boys are the cause of everything.

He punctuated this last thought with such a deep sigh that a house sparrow singing near by stopped and rushed home to be with his family.

NONSENSE! Everyone loves a Humbug," shouted the Humbug. "As I was saying to the king just the other day——

BOSH!" replied the Humbug. "We're an old and noble family, honorable to the core—Insecticus humbugium, if I may use the Latin.

I couldn't receive the baptism of the Holy Ghost because I was waiting for some supernatural power to take over my tongue and make me talk. It never did.

The only thing that had ever done me any good in my father's house was thinking: Novik, Naomi. Spinning Silver: A Novel (p. 196). Random House Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.

It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

I hate it as one hates sin or pestilence or--the color work in a ten-cent magazine.

El pachuco es un clown impasible y siniestro, que no intenta hacer reír y que procura aterrorizar.

no such affluence of wisdom and knowledge, and truth and holiness, could flow from any other source than Deity

My job is to entertain people by playing my music well. You shouldn't really be upset because people like you, should you?

When I write I like to give equal justice to lyrics, too. I want the song to have meaning for me so I can make it have meaning for the audience.

The nakedness of the indignant world may be cloathed from the trimmings of the vain.

N]othing is as surprising as life. Except for writing. Except for writing. Yes, of course, except for writing, the only consolation.

Contrary to what is commonly believed, all murderers are men of extreme faith rather than unbelievers.

in this night, pure and everlasting, like an old fairy tale, being Turkish felt infinitely better than being poor.

Virgüllerle koÅŸard?m, noktalarla duraklar, ünlemlerde ÅŸaÅŸard?m! Ne kadar ÅŸa??rt?c?yd? kitaplarda, haritalarda dünya!

Sen Rousseau filan diyorsun. Ne ilgisi var onlar?n burayla?.. Rousseau Türkiye'de yaÅŸasayd? bir falakadan geçirir adam ederlerdi.

Galip, bir keresinde, Rüyâ'ya yazar?n da katilin kim olduÄŸunu bilmediÄŸi bir polisiye roman yaz?l?rsa okuyaca??n? söylemiÅŸti.

Samiha asked, "Did you write the letters to me or to my sister?" "I wrote the letters to you," said Mevlut.

The first such suicide had come from the city of Batman, a hundred kilometers from Kars.

I'm saying this to you as someone who's spent years as a political exile. Listen to me: Life's not about principles, it's about happiness.

What would he have to say about the Nabokov Museum in the same city, which during the Stalin era had served as the office of the domestic board of censors?