Quotes About Interpretation

Evil is a point of view.

Where could she have gotten these notions, except from the bits and pieces of electric dreams that she watched on a great screen I'd provided for her?

Twist the poetry as you will.

But know this. All is speculation under the sky. All myth, all religion, all philosophy, all history—is lies.

la scienza discende dalla poesia, perché la metafora è alla base di ogni descrizione scientifica. Solo

When I spoke of my vote, I was speaking of a symbolic voice rather than a literal one.

I can't tell you exactly," said the vampire. "I can tell you about it, enclose it with words that will make the value of it to me evident to you. But I can't tell you exactly, any more than I could tell you exactly

Sometimes we are blinded by the translation we want to be true, and not the one that is correct.

Evil is a point of view,' he whispered now. 'We

What could thesee words mean to her? They must have sounded like old poetry. How could I expect her to grasp what I had said.

What could these words mean to her? They must have sounded like old poetry. How could I expect her to grasp what I had said.

The code and the message are not the same. And what is an angel but a ghost in drag?

To witness the degree to which victorious nations simplified and cheapened the narratives of their rivals?

There was a certain liberation in talking to a man who didn't have a full grasp of English. She could tell him anything and half of it would fly right past him, especially if the words came tumbling out fast enough

It occurred to him, not for the first time, that prophetic dreams were not much use if their meaning emerged only in hindsight.

didn't paintings lie also? They showed hours instead of minutes.

There ought to be a while separate language, she thought, for words that are truer than other words - for perfect, absolute truth. It was the purest fact of her life: she did not understand him, and she never would.

All of us see a story according to our own lights. None of us is capable of objectivity. You

The reader's ear must adjust down from loud life to the subtle, imaginary sounds of the written word. An ordinary reader picking up a book can't yet hear a thing; it will take half an hour to pick up the writing's modulations, its ups and downs and louds and softs.

Our interpreting the universe as an artifact absolutely requires that we posit an author for it, or a celestial fimmaker, dramatist, painter, sculptor, composer, architect, or choreographer. And no one has been willing openly to posit such an artist for the universe since the American transcedentalists and before them the Medieval European philosophers.

The writing that so thrills and exhilarates you, as if you were dancing right next to the band, is barely audible to anyone else.

The thousands of wealth have fallen with wonders, said Rabbi Nathan of Nemirov. Do you find this unclear? It certainly sounds like the sort of thing thousands of wealth do. They fall. Does anyone know what the rabbi meant by wonders?

If, as Heraclitus suggests, god, like an oracle, neither declares nor hides, but sets forth by signs, then clearly I had better be scrying the signs.

Decade's reading had justified his guess that men and women perceive love identically save for, say, five percent. Reading books by men and women showed only-but it is something- that love struck, in exactly the same way, most, but not all, of those few men and women, since the invention of writing, who wrote something down. An unfair sample.