Quotes About Interpretation

This is how you communicate with a fellow intelligence: You hurt it, you keep on hurting it, until you can distinguish the speech from the screams.

The writer must be four people: 1) The nut, the obsede 2) The moron 3) The stylist 4) The critic. 1 supplies the material; 2 lets it come out; 3 is taste; 4 is intelligence.

When you walk to the end of a fiction, its procedure is 1) intuitive; and 2) emotional. Its intelligence is emotional, I think.

There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.

I know you think you understand what you thought I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

Cuando es del todo imposible saber la verdad, supongo que entonces tenemos la libertad de decidir qué lo es.

He had a penchant for idioms, sayings, proverbs and the like; some of which he invented or used in a way that was incomprehensible to me

Una novela no sólo cuenta, sino que nos permite asistir a una historia o a unos acontecimientos o a un pensamiento

Anlam aramaktan ya da bir anlam olduÄŸunu zannetmekten daha kötü bir ÅŸey yoktur. Vard?r asl?nda, daha da beteri vard?r: bir ÅŸeyin, önemsiz bur ayr?nt?n?n bile olsa anlam?n?n bize, eylemlerimize, amac?m?za ya da iÅŸlevimize baÄŸl? olduÄŸuna inanmak; iradenin ve kaderin, hatta her ikisinin girift bir bileÅŸiminin var olduÄŸuna inanmak.

Anlam aramaktan ya da bir anlam olduÄŸunu zannetmekten daha kötü bir ÅŸey yoktur. Vard?r asl?nda, daha da beteri vard?r: bir ÅŸeyin, önemsiz bir ayr?nt?n?n bile olsa anlam?n?n bize, eylemlerimize, amac?m?za ya da iÅŸlevimize baÄŸl? olduÄŸuna inanmak; iradenin ve kaderin, hatta her ikisinin girift bir bileÅŸiminin var olduÄŸuna inanmak.

no deberían descalificar nunca un libro «porque sí». Ninguna novela resiste en la memoria colectiva si no es porque ha tocado «algo», una fibra invisible de nuestra sensibilidad, o ha aportado alguna respuesta a las dudas de sus lectores. El desafío que plantean esa clase de libros es saber de qué se trata. Y para averiguarlo, a veces se hace necesario descomponer la obra, desmontarla en piezas para intentar encontrar ese elemento.

Se queda un momento en silencio, casi puedo oír el zumbido de lo que está pensando y me explica por fin que no sólo hay una realidad, sino muchas distintas, que cada hombre tiene la suya, y que no siempre coincide su realidad con la del prójimo.

The art of a people is a true mirror to their minds.

1. The brain uses images to help the conscious mind understand.

It had always irked me that gods never said, "Next Tuesday, Rajit will be struck with boils in his mouth and choke to death." What good was prophecy if you had to live through the events foretold before you could begin to understand them?

I looked up the word politics in the dictionary. It's actually a combination of two words: poli, which means many, and tics, which means bloodsuckers.

Poetry is a language adequate to one's experience.

Robert Frost suggested (with his usual sly wit) that a person uneducated in the operations of metaphor was not safe in the world, should not even be let out of doors.

Termite can imitate almost anything," I say. "Things just sound more like music in his version. Sounds instead of words.

you gave up any right to comment on the subject when you threw my ring back in my face, didn't you?" She (Elly) stiffened."I didn't throw it back. I just sort of set in down on your desk." He (Cooper)shrugged."We each have our own version of events, Want some fries?

There are only a few images that are not forced to provide meaning, or have to go through the filter of a specific idea.

The fury to unveil the truth, to get at the naked truth, the one which haunts all discourses of interpretation, the obscene rage to uncover the secret, is proportionate to the impossibility of ever achieving this.

Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.