Quotes About Critique

The work of a queasy undergraduate scratching his pimples. [on James Joyce's Ulysses ]

What passes for cookery in England is an abomination.

Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing-room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!

There they hang in the mind the shapes of the books we have read solidified by the judgments we have passed on them — Robinson Crusoe , Emma , The Return of the Native . Compare the novels with these – even the latest and least of novels has a right to be judged with the best.

Satire is a lesson, parody is a game.

Philosophy is the invention of the rich.

I loathe popular pulp, I loathe go-go gangs, I loathe jungle music, I loathe science fiction with its gals and goons, suspense and suspensories. I especially loathe vulgar movies—cripples raping nuns under tables, or naked-girl breasts squeezing against the tanned torsos of repulsive young males. And, really, I don't think I mock popular trash more often than do other authors who believe with me that a good laugh is the best pesticide.

repeat however for the benefit of those who like books to provide them with "real people" and "real crime" and a "message" (that horror of horrors borrowed from the jargon of quack reformers) that Dead Souls will get them nowhere.

specula?ia filosofic? este inven?ia bog?ta?ilor. Jos cu ea!

Style, after all, is a kind of humor, Something truly beneath contempt...

There were several comparisons with excrement. Unfavorable comparisons.

generation. They were the little pigs who built their houses of brick, whereas Gerry's peers tended more to straw and wood. And, oh, how people loved to blow them down. Everybody huffs and puffs, intent on destruction. What do they call it now? Cancel culture.

It is said that analyzing pleasure, or beauty, destroys it.

It is said that analyzing pleasure, or beauty, destroys it. That is the intention of this article.

Andrew, you are aware that no one should be that shade of orange unless they're an Oompa-Loompa,right?

A critic is a legless man who teaches running.

Progress, that great heresy of degenerates.

a most excellent man, though I could have wished his trousers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so loose in others.

Demon—with the highest respect for you—behold your work!

a spectacle of imbecility only to be equalled by himself.

If I might offer any apology for so exaggerated a fiction as the Barnacles and the Circumlocution Office,

Now that is the way to write — peppery and to the point. Mush-and-milk journalism gives me the fan-tods.

I eat bad poetry like a goat — and eat good poetry like a gourmand.

Thus, in a world without Islam, the much harsher Jewish critique of Jesus, as expressed in Judaism, still stands.