Quotes About Author

Absolutely no, no, nothing got recorded or filmed. Reality being camera-free, being the joke I'll again underline.

As William (anti-death) Gass observes in Habitations of the world , critics can try to erase or over-define the author into anonimity for all sorts of technical, political, and philosophical reasons, and this 'anonimity' may mean many things, but one thing which it cannot mean is that no one did it .

It's the combination of improbability with an independently given pattern that discredits chance.

As sure, therefore, as there is any wisdom in praying for the Spirit of God, so sure is it, that we are to make that Spirit the rule of all our actions;

It is in the nature and instinct of some women. Some are made to scheme, and some to love; and I wish any respected bachelor that reads this may take the sort that best likes him.

The stiff-backed prig, with his dandified airs and West End swagger.

his first and only love, whom he had adored ever since when? – ever since yesterday, ever since for ever.

Isidor thought for a moment he had gone mad, and that he wished his valet to cut his throat.

dancing over it—had this happened a week ago, Sir

My wife says you have been singing like an angel,' he said to Becky. Now there are angels of two kinds, and both sorts, it is said, are charming in their way.

The books I would like to print are the books I love to read and keep.

there is another launch against the United States." "Wish we had made that message clearer before the Day," Makala said softly, her voice filled with bitterness.

will continue on. For some, the thought was expressed by a bard a thousand years ago who wrote that at least what remains behind is the memory of glory once won.

Lionel whispered because he was under the impression that it was out of respect for books, not consideration for readers.

I have managed to conceal my madness fairly effectively, and as far as I know it hasn't hurt anybody badly, for which I am grateful.

I don't think my writing is sentimental, although it is a very sentimental thing to be a human being.

You know the look: genius gone to pot, and ready to join the Communist Party

Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.

What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between who? Lord Polonius: I mean, the matter that you read, my lord.

A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment, and then have we a prescription to die when death is our physician.

You are thought here to the most senseless and fit man for the job.

By my soul I swear, there is no power in the tongue of man to alter me.