Quotes About Author

as Krishnamurti said, "It is no measure of health to be well-adjusted to a profoundly sick society.

Be as vigilantly on guard against translating such a sentence into the passive voice as you would against committing murder.

In other words, like many jihadists, he was hardly the desperate, poverty-stricken warrior that the media imagines.

he swept into Auschwitz in an open black Mercedes, driven by a chauffeur

when other-motivated people (no previous SM desires or fantasies) are offered a safe chance to experience it, their reaction will put them into one of three groups with about equal frequency.

I love threats. They make great quotes. Is that recorder working, Irene?

I didn't come in here to argue with a woman with big hair

Later we can go to dinner." "I suppose that might work," she said. She sounded so damn casual, he thought. As if the decision she had just made weren't staggering in its implications. As if it weren't going to alter destinies and change the fate of nations.

Termite likes music without words, and he falls asleep surrounded.

If you think I'm dressing up as your ecclesiastical secretary like the last time, it's a no go. I'm not wearing a cassock in this heat.

Neither genius, fame, nor love show the greatness of the soul. Only kindness can do that.

If it has been possible to suggest that no event could have a final meaning before history had come to an end one way or another, then any way of giving any kind of sense to an event is a way of putting an end to history.

Making a book is a craft, like making a clock; it needs more than native wit to be an author.

Poverty may be the mother of crime, but lack of good sense is the father

Totul devenea rapid, brutal, adeseori dur, uneori cam sec li totul dura.

When warned on one occasion that the unions might become too powerful, he was quoted as replying, "Too powerful for what?" His attitude was that their power should prove an antidote for that of big business.

Trolls have to speand at least one hundred years of hteir lives in a cave; did you know that? It's a tradition. I've been here, oh, must be one undred and seventeen years now.

The door made the usual, terrifying sound of a door.

He did not joke, as the newspapers dared report, for sarcasm is bitter and conceals ferments of despair.

Though they may not always be handsome men doomed to evil posses the manly virtues.

Thereafter, he ennobled shame. He bore it in my presence like a burden, like a tiger clinging to his shoulders, the threat of which imparted to his shoulders a most insolent submissiveness.

Novels are not humanitarian reports. Indeed, let us be thankful that there remains sufficient cruelty, without which beauty would not be.

Divine departed as she would have desired, in a mixture of fantasy and sordidness. Divine is dead, is dead and buried . . . . . . is dead and buried.

I worship him. When I see him lying naked, I feel like saying mass on his chest.