Quotes About Bellow

I think Bellow's the greatest American writer of his century, personally. When I read him, I'm in awe.

The best argument is an undeniably good book.

I am not man so much as syndrome; as a voice that bellows in the human heart. I am rain. I cannot be contained

He didn't ask Where will you spend eternity? as religious the-end-is-near picketers did but rather, With what, in this modern democracy, will you meet the demands of your soul?

You do all you can to humanize and familiarize the world, and suddenly it becomes more strange than ever.

I am a prisoner of perception, a compulsory witness.

Again! It was like the question asked by Tennyson about the flower in the crannied wall. That is, to answer it might involve the history of the universe.

As for Thea, sometimes she looked more barbarous than they did in spite of the civilized lipstick and conventional shape of the jodhpurs she wore.

As the victim of those impulses she must be looking in the paper for his obituary.

But Mimi- her tenderness didn't have an easy visibility. You wondered what it would be, and after what terrible manifestations it would appear.

Grielescu was a famous scholar, not exactly a follower of Jung—but not exactly not a Jungian. He was a hard one to place.

Gratitude! I was deeply grateful. But the politic gratitude of weakness, of the sufferer, furious underneath.

Because you're a highbrow and married a highbrow broad. Somewhere in every intellectual is a dumb prick. You guys can't answer your own questions—

No, it was me. I didn't want to leave, but I couldn't stay. Somebody had to take the initiative. I did. Now I'm the fall guy too.

A wide wrinkle like a comprehensive bracket sign was written upon his forehead, the point between his brows, and there were patches of brown on his dark-blond skin.

As for me I say no more. Can I tell Shahar that the "conscience of the West" will never permit Israel to be destroyed? I can say no such thing. Such grand statements are no longer made; all our hyperbole is nowadays reserved for silence.

The noise of the world is so terrible that we can endure it only by being coated with sleep.

California is like an artificial limb the rest of the country doesn't really need. You can quote me on that.

Boredom is the conviction that you can't change ... the shriek of unused capacities.

In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too

Human character is smaller now, people don't have durable passions; they've replaced passions with excitement.

Fiction, in the magazines, is presently going to be in the same position as poetry, namely filler. A respectable kind of filler.

and suffering is another bad habit," as Bellow had said in Herzog.

Ah, that's better!" Redrought boomed again. In fact, the King only ever seemed to bellow, boom or shout, no matter what his mood. But nobody seemed to mind too much; at least he never had to repeat himself.