Quotes About Author

And explaining them - I now feel myself duty-bound to do it, if only because I am the author of these records, to say nothing of the fact that the unknown is in general the enemy of man, and Homo sapiens is not fully man until his grammar is absolutely rid of question marks, leaving nothing but exclamation points, commas, and periods.

The struggle to get weapons is continuous, but the United States will aid us, if it finds Israel displaying a willingness for peace.

I am aware that, every time I have a conversation with a book, I benefit from someone's decision against silence.

Dreams are but prologue to days, epilogue to other days, written by our faltering minds.

You're the only one more impractical than he was, she said; you should know this is not a country for dreamers.

The work of the poet has always been to shine a bright light on the absurdities of society, challenging hypocrisy and greed, and presenting the tools of change. (Donovan)

High stations tumult, but not bliss create; None think the Great unhappy, but the Great.

Who gives an empire, by the gift defeats All end of giving; and procures contempt Instead of gratitude.

Some wits, too, like oracles, deal in ambiguities, but not with equal success; for though ambiguities are the first excellence of an imposter, they are the last of a wit.

He rams his quill with scandal and with scoff, But 'tis so very foul, it won't go off.

To Virtue's humblest son let none prefer Vice, tho' descended from the Conqueror.

A prince indebted is a fortune made.

Ideals and morality are often spoken of as virtual antimatter to the behaviors allegedly needed to maximize profits.

I'm not an actual author but an accidental one.

I wrote a story for my kids. It's fiction. It's not systematic theology. It's not a new book of the Bible. It's flawed, I wrote it. All of that goes into the mix, but I love the controversy. It elevates the conversation.

A novel, basically, is writing one sentence — then, without violating the scope of the first one, writing the next sentence.

Still immersed in his dream, he drank down the tepid tea. It tasted bitter. Glory, as anyone knows, is bitter stuff.

And it seemed increasingly obvious that the world would have to topple if he was to attain the glory that was rightfully his. They were consubstantial: glory and the capsized world.

From that moment, death hung over him, snugly, the way snow caps a red postbox after a particularly heavy snowfall.

Foolhearted mindreader, help us see how the heart begs, how fangs of opprobrium possess our eyes.

The greatest crimes in modern history resulted not just from hatred and greed, but even more so from ignorance and indifference.

Earlier traditions usually formulated their theories in terms of stories. Modern science uses mathematics.

If Marx came back to life today, he would probably urge his few remaining disciples to devote less time to reading Das Kapital and more time to studying the Internet and the human genome.

Fiction isn't bad. It is vital. Without commonly accepted stories about things like money, states or corporations, no complex human society can function.