Quotes About Forster

I really am going to meet Forster: I thought I shouldn't, but apparently the old boy E.M.F. is saying with remembered my name & I am bid to John Hewitt's at 8 tomorrow. Shall I ask him if he's a homo? It's the only thing I really want to know about him, you see. I don't even care why he packed up writing.

Very notable was his distinction between coarseness and vulgarity, coarseness, revealing something; vulgarity, concealing something.

thirty-year legal career. His robes were tossed on the couch behind them. His desk served as a workstation

Lucy's Sabbath was generally of this amphibious nature. She kept it without hypocrisy in the morning, and broke it without reluctance in the afternoon.

but it seemed iniquitous that anyone should mispronounce the name of the man who was more to him than all the world

The Waves is an extraordinary achievement ... It is trembling on the edge. A little less - and it would lose its poetry. A little more - and it would be over into the abyss, and be dull and arty. It is her greatest book.

The story that is a story and sounded so healthy and stood no nonsense cannot sincerely lead to any conclusion but the grave.

A happy ending was imperative. I shouldn't have bothered to write otherwise.

Let Squalor be turned into Tragedy, whose eyes are the stars, and whose hands hold the sunset and the dawn.

a feeling that terrestrial facts must be ignored, and that the abolition of respirators was a positive gain.

Lucy does not stand for the medieval lady, who was rather an ideal to which she was bidden to lift her eyes when feeling serious.

his whole life was coloured by a contempt of the intellect. That he had a tolerable intellect of his own was not the point: it is in what we value, not in what we have, that the test of us resides.

Their color slowly faded from out of the flowers; but their scent lingered to honey the air he breathed.

'Arctic Summer,' as you might know, is the title of Forster's one unfinished novel.

My knowledge of Mr. Forster's works is limited to one novel which I dislike; and anyway it was not he who fathered that trite little whimsy about characters getting out of hand; it is as old as the quills, although of course one sympathizes with his people if they try to wriggle out of that trip to India or whereever he takes them. My characters are galley slaves.

E. M. Forster's famous advice to "Only connect!" is beginning to look superfluous. A theory in which the building blocks of the Universe are mathematical structures—known as graphs—that do nothing but connect has just passed its first experimental test.

The trouble began with Forster. After him it was considered ungentlemanly to write more than five or six novels.

Forster] quotes approvingly from this discussion, from The Magic Flute [by Goldsworthy Lowes Dickinson] Lord Buddha was your gospel true? True and False. What was true in it? Selflessness and Love. What false? Flight from Life.

She smiled slightly as she continued to gaze at the passing scene: she was being a snob and delighting in it.

People joked that Forster became more renowned with every book he did not write.