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Quotes About Philip Roth

And she was game. They're all game, if you take your time and use your brains—and aren't sixty-four years old.
~ Philip Roth
never would I be able to revive that unfazed sense of security first fostered in a little child by a big, protective republic
~ Philip Roth
Yes, that's what made my mother angry, no doubt about it. The ostentatious virility.
~ Philip Roth
obtaining a first-class education there in the commonplace libel that linked him inextricably to the crucifiers of Christ.
~ Philip Roth
Anything to empty life of its incongruities, of its meaningless, messy contingencies, and to impose on it instead the simplification that coheres—and misapprehends everything.
~ Philip Roth
Sabbath was a realist, ferociously a realist, so that by sixty-four he had all but given up on making contact with the living, let alone discussing his problems with the dead.
~ Philip Roth
La poseuse de bombe présumée est décrite comme intelligente et douée mais d'un caractère têtu.
~ Philip Roth
There is no punishment too extreme for the crazy bastard who came up with the idea of fidelity. To demand of human flesh fidelity.
~ Philip Roth
I am more of a menace than I realize. This is serious. Premature senility. Senilitia, dementia, hell-bent-for-disaster erotomania.
~ Philip Roth
I was suddenly alarmed about leaving this attractive forty-five-year-old woman alone with him, dead though she was.
~ Philip Roth
so conspicuous was his abhorrence of "rebellious insolence" that he might have been enunciating the name of a menace resolved to undermine not just Winesburg, Ohio, but the great republic itself.
~ Philip Roth
The experience of psychoanalysis was probably more useful to me as a writer than as a neurotic, although there may be a false distinction there.
~ Philip Roth
Good. Hurry. Into insanity. Off with your clothes and into the bayous. Into the chocolate-milk-colored water filled with dead old trees.
~ Philip Roth
Lev-en-thal to Le-vov! Lev-en-thal to Le-vov!" was an anapest
~ Philip Roth
The professors are always schlepping in Swift to defend some farsbtunkeneh nobody.
~ Philip Roth