Quotes About Author

Would you like a whiskey?' I say. 'I've got some.' (That's original. I bet nobody's ever thought of that way of bridging the gap before.)

I have a lot of writing to do and not as much time as you'd think. I do it at night now and look a bit haggard afterwards.

So darned easy to plot that - and always at the last moment - one is afraid. Or cheats oneself with hope.

Stoutland, stout." It was clear that Stoutland did not want anyone to worry. It wanted to be as independent as Litten! Maybe that's why the two got along so well.

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun.

It's the cliches that cause the trouble. A precise emotion seeks a precise expression. If what I feel is not precise than how should I call it love?

The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do not know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met.

The grey city and its lost hearts force its way between myself and my healing.

People have never had a problem disposing of the past when it gets too difficult. Flesh will burn, photos will burn, and memory, what is that?

what the church calls love is actually psychosis and (...) what makes life difficult for homosexuals is not their perversity but other people's.

The important things. Where should I find them? In the detail, like God? In the risk, like the Devil?

Ne sachant quoi lire ni dans quel ordre, j'ai suivi l'alphabet. Dieu merci, elle s'appelait Austen...

They sounded like intestines, only on the outside, and the men in the Bible were always having them cut off and not being able to go to church. Horrid.

Shakespeare," he thought as he scribbled away. "Foolish fancy. This is life as it is lived.

gifts — that strange word, a signifier meaning disappointment you can hold in your hands.

if you study in order to instruct, and herbalize only to become author or professor, all its attractive charms vanish, and plants, being no longer considered but as instruments of our passions, no more real pleasure can result from the study of them. Our end, then, is not to gain knowledge, but to make others sensible of our acquirements;

A taste for ostentation is rarely associated in the same souls with a taste for honesty

I can understand how it is that city-dwellers, who see only walls and streets and crimes, have so little religion. But I cannot understand how those who live in the country, and the solitary especially, can be lacking in faith. How is it that their souls are not raised in ecstasy a hundred times a day to the Author of the wonders that strike their eyes?

Este favor del público, de ningún modo buscado, y para un autor desconocido, me inspiró la primera confianza verdadera en mi capacidad, de que había dudado hasta entonces, a pesar del sentimiento interno.

La errónea idea que tenía de las cosas me inducía a creer que, para leer un libro con provecho, era necesario poseer todos los conocimientos que el mismo suponía, bien lejos de sospechar que con frecuencia carecía de ellos el mismo autor, quien iba a buscarlos en otros libros a medida que los necesitaba.

Among the notable books of later times-we may say, without exaggeration, of all time—must be reckoned The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau.

Tutto è bene quando esce dalle mani dell'Autore delle cose, tutto degenera fra le mani dell'uomo.

This collection of scattered thoughts and observations has little order or continuity; it was begun to give pleasure to a good mother who thinks for herself.

This is such an amazing world, he said finally, putting the glass and magnet into his pocket. I love it here, except for the troubles with people.