In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

Literature always anticipates life. It doesn’t copy it but moulds it to it’s purpose.

What is hell to a writer? Hell is being too busy to find the time to write or being unable to find the inspiration. Hell is suddenly finding the words but being away from your...

The man is in his work,read it if you want to know about him.

Maybe at the very bottom of it… I really don’t like God. You know, it’s silly to say I don’t like God because I don’t believe in God, but in the same sense that I...

Pay attention, and use your imagination.

There used to be a rubbish heap under the great tree in Dhoby Ghaut with a sarabat stall parked next to it. It was a low, sprawling rubbish heap made up of the usual things—refuse...

In The End The Words Are The All And The Nothing.

We built tall buildings, but we have not become any taller.

To keep the air fresh among words is the secret of verbal cleanliness.

In employing the long sentence the inexperienced writer should not strain after the heavy, ponderous type. Johnson and Carlyle used such a type, but remember, an ordinary mortal cannot wield the sledge hammer of a...

The artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful...

yo soy mi propio ángel y mi único demonio.

Possible impossibility emerges From an impossible possibility, Or possibly, impossible possibility Blooms from the impossibly possible impossibility.

A book is an arrangement of twenty-six phonetic symbols, ten numerals, and about eight punctuation marks, and people can cast their eyes over these and envision the eruption of Mount Vesuvius or the Battle of...

Being a Dream Girl is never going to be about what you look like or how much you weigh. After all, our physical appearances are just reflections of our inner worlds. What makes you a...

Bergé’s yelling had attracted the attention of everyone in the Kibati hall: champagne flutes stopped halfway to heavily painted lips, eyes widened, massive diamonds groaned scornfully in their settings. It was a stationary riot.

We care about moral issues, nobility, decency, happiness, goodness—the issues that matter in the real world, but which can only be addressed, in their purity, in fiction.

The concept, maybe. But in literature? That’s like ordering a glass of tap water at a bar.

Why doesn’t she write about life?” the people of Rabbit Back ask.

Literature is the real life of imaginary people.

Real literature is something much better than a harmless instrument for getting through idle hours. The purpose of great literature is to help us to develop into full human beings.

I Don’t Write Because God Gives Me A Fresh Word Everyday, I write Because of The Words He Has Already Spoken Yesterday That Changed Today.

The oldest books are still only just out to those who have not read them.

Literature is called adabiyat in Islam precisely because it is seen as the keeper of a civilization and the collector of teachings and statements that educate the self and society with adab such that both...

You can woo a girl with a poem, but you can’t hold onto her with a poem. Not even with a poetry movement.

And with distance in time it is the same as with distance in place. The imagination has its atmosphere and its sunlight as well as the earth has; only its mists are even more gorgeous...

But whatever the exact psychology of the process {receiving recognition or literary success}, the present has a way of contaminating the past. And the writing will change accordingly. Turmoil and dilemma once experienced with a...

The past is not another country; it is another life. The texture of daily living is different now than in the past, more different the further back we look, until we find people whose experiences...

For thy sweet love remembr’d such wealth bringsThat then, I scorn to change my state with kings.

The books we love offer a sketch of a whole universe that we secretly inhabit, and in which we desire the other person to assume a role.One of the conditions of happy romantic compatibility is,...

Bob, I am grateful for yourThree letter name.It’s another reminder of homeOf a world predictableOf a life I had.

Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.

The idea only true or right “meaning” would be that shared by the largest number of the best readers after repeated and careful readings over several generations, different periods, nationalities, moods, degrees of alertness, private...

We can imagine the books we’d like to read, even if they have not yet been written, and we can imagine libraries full of books we would like to possess, even if they are well...

We must wash literature off ourselves. We want to be men above all, to be human.

Terminus dahü: Hastanın ameliyat masasında ölme ihtimali. Status idem: Hastanın durumu değişmemiş aynı. Rezektabl: Ameliyatla çıkarılabilir.

Kanser insanları sever. Pençelerini bir taktı mı öldürünceye kadar bırakmaz.

But you raised a ruckus about and threatened to perform a Julius Caesarian on anybody on anybody who calls April the cruelest month- I was Damn born out of the loins of my father in...

Not thou alone, but all humanity doth in its progress fable emulate. Whence came thy rocket-ships and submarine if not from Nautilus, from Cavorite? Your trustiest companions since the cave, we apparitions guided mankind’s tread,...

I write for the beauty of the printed word”from PREFACE to BIPOLAR BUFFALO

Everybody does have a book in them, but in most cases that’s where it should stay.

Devil and God – two sides of the same face.

It is beautiful to talk about beautiful things and even more beautiful to silently gaze at them.

We will go far away, to nowhere, to conquer, to fertilize until we become tired. Then we will stop and there will be our home.

I can see myself before myself—A being through dark scenery.

In an endless silence even screams sound silent.

My feelings are too loud for words and too shy for the world.

If you are good, they say you are weak.

Wherever there is somebody else, a war is not far away.