Think. In a minute from now you could be saying, I risked death. I threw for life, and I won life. It is a very wonderful feeling. To have survived.
Science disembodies; art embodies.
It's despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. It's d
Men love war because it allows them to look serious. Because it is the one thing that stops women laughing at them.
Between skin and skin, there is only light.
The world began in hazard and will end in it.
We chase the reward, we get the reward and then we discover that the true reward is always the next reward. Buying pleasure is a false end.
Our accepting what we are must always inhibit our being what we ought to be.
Evolution did not intend trees to grow singly. Far more than ourselves they are social creatures, and no more natural as isolated specimens than man is as a marooned sailor or hermit.
The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake
Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?
If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today.
Liking other people is an illusion we have to cherish in ourselves if we are to live in society.
On the whole, dialogue is the most difficult thing, without any doubt. It's very difficult, unfortunately. You have to detach yourself from the notion of a lifelike quality. You see, actually lifelike, tape-recorded dialogue like this has very little to do with good novel dialogue. It's a matter of
There are two kinds of hangover: in one you feel ill and incapable, in the other you feel ill and lucid.
You put up with your voice and speak with it because you haven't any choice. But it's what you say that counts.
I read and I read; and I was like a medieval king, I had fallen in love with the picture long before I saw the reality.
To despise all effort is the greatest effort of all.
He is solid; immovable, iron-willed. He showed me one day his killing bottle. I'm imprisoned in it. Fluttering against the glass. Because I can see through it I still think I can escape. I have hope. But it's all an illusion. A thick round wall of glass.
An aphorism is a generalization, therefore not modern.
There is only one good definition of God: the freedom that allows other freedoms to exist.
Duty largely consists of pretending that the trivial is critical. John Fo
Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.
There are many reasons why novelists write, but they all have one thing in common - a need to create an alternative world.
If a person is intelligent, then of course he is either an agnostic or an atheist. Just as he is a physical coward. They are automatic definitions of high intelligence.
There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.
But however good you get at translating personality into line or paint it's no go if your personality isn't worth translating.
We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
Only fools think our attitude to our fellow men is a thing distinct from our attitude to 'lesser' life on this planet.
He felt himself in suspension between the two worlds, the warm, neat civilization behind his back, the cool, dark mystery outside. We all write poems; it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.