Quotes About Interpretation

What's the French for fiddle-de-dee?

Todo tiene una moraleja, solo falta saber encontrarla

The "i" in "slithy" is long, as in "writhe"; and "toves" is pronounced so as to rhyme with "groves." Again, the first "o" in "borogoves" is pronounced like the "o" in "borrow." I have heard people try to give it the sound of the "o" in "worry." Such is Human Perversity.

Quando eu uso uma palavra', disse Humpty Dumpty num tom bastante desdenhoso, 'ela significa exatamente o que eu quero que signifique: nem mais nem menos

Meu nome é Alice, mas...' 'Um nome bem bobo!' Humpty Dumpty a interrompeu com impaciência. 'O que significa?' 'Um nome deve significar alguma coisa?' Alice perguntou ambiguamente 'Claro que deve', Humpty Dumpy respondeu com uma risada curta.

The Jury had each formed a different view Long before the indictment was read And they all spoke at once so that none of them knew One word that the other had said

Cuando yo utilizo una palabra significa lo que yo quiero que signifique, ni más ni menos.

Study your wife closely, for the next four-and-twenty hours. If your good lady doesn't exhibit something in the shape of a contradiction in that time, Heaven help you!—you have married a monster.

La cosa no tenía nada de muy especial, [...] pero tampoco le pareció a Alicia que tuviera nada de muy extraño.

Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.

I don't get jazz. It always sounds like a bunch of toddlers let loose in a music room.

There is no meaning but what we assign. We create our own reality. I can live with that.

We do not read in order to turn great works of fiction into simplistic replicas of our own realities, we read for the pure, sensual, and unadulterated pleasure of reading.

When a cat, who is a picture of grace and beauty, suddenly rolls over in a hideous posture, contorts his face and scratches his ear, he is telling you, sir, to go to blazes!

son favored abstract expressionism.

A poem wasn't really a poem, it seemed to her, unless it was full of metaphor; it took her a while to adjust to the prosody she heard in his work.

What?" he demanded testily. Trammell raised his eyebrows. "I didn't say anything." "You're thinking something, though. You've got that shit-eating smirk on your face." "Why would anyone smirk while they eat shit?" Trammell asked rhetorically.

God save me from a woman's way of thinking. What the hell kind of logic is that? One has nothing to do with the other." "Maybe not to you, but let's face it, you're plankton, and I'm a higher life form. Details matter to me.

It may be that I have sought to cultivate that trait in myself to such a high degree because I think of myself primarily as a writer. The chief satisfaction in the whole business of writing, it seems to me, comes down to saying what is, or what you think is.

It is no less astonishing how many subjects—historical, philological, biological, sociological, economic—people regard as politics

History is the art of giving meaning to the meaningless," said a brilliant German professor (who was later killed by the Nazis).

Yes, I am unalterably convinced that the translation of an experience into words depends more upon the temperament of the man who has lived through it than upon its actual content.