Literature Quotes - Page 33

Literature exists because the world isn't enough.

How come anything you buy will go on sale next week?

In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

Our Lord never condemned the fig tree because it brought forth so much fruit that some fell to the ground and spoiled. He only cursed it when it was barren.

Liking one person is an extra reason for liking another.

A demagogue is a person with whom we disagree as to which gang should mismanage the country.

Every sentence has a truth waiting at the end of it and the writer learns how to know it when he finally gets there.

The interesting thing is always to see if you can find a fact that will change your mind about something, to test and see if you can.

I think the one lesson I have learned is that there is no substitute for paying attention.

a. Critics: people who make monuments out of books. b. Biographers: people who make books out of monuments. c. Poets: people who raze monuments. d. Publishers: people who sell rubble. e. Readers: people who buy it.

New York, the nation's thyroid gland.

No time is better spent than that spent in the service of your fellow man.

The world of knowledge takes a crazy turn When teachers themselves are taught to learn.

Literature in its most comprehensive sense is the autobiography of humanity.

There is nothing new in art except talent.

What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.

I thank fate for having made me born poor. Poverty taught me the true value of the gifts useful to life.

Literature deserves its prestige for one reason above all others - because it's a tool to help us live and die with a little bit more wisdom, goodness, and sanity.

In general, in poetry and literature, I am among those people who believe that too much is indispensable.

The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads.

It seems to me as I reviewed the literature that, with few exceptions, the more confident were the prescriptions about how to behave with ethics and integrity, the further removed was the author from the life and work of the everyday manager.

I am the literary equivalent of a Big Mac and fries.

Only as far as a man is happily married to himself is he fit for married life and family life in general.

Literature speaks the language of the imagination, and the study of literature is supposed to train and improve the imagination.