Anything could happen in the company of a woman whose usual status is ‘apparition’.

Literature is the human activity that takes the fullest and most precise account of variousness, possibility, complexity, and difficulty.

…empathy is the driving force behind the experience of emotions in narratives (Keen, 2006; Mar et al., 2006; Oatley, 2011).

Literature, art, like civilization itself, are only accidents.

Çapkınlık yaparken ayakbağı olmasın diye karısına öyle tırsınç hikayeler anlatmıştı ki, kadıncağız “Dışarı çıkarsam boğulurum” korkusuyla uzun yıllar sokağa ayağını göstermemişti. Şehrin sokaklarının sularla kaplı olduğunu yağmur yağdığında denizin yükselip taşacağını, küçük bir yıldırım hareketinden...

Real life, life finally uncovered and clarified, the only life in consequence lived to the full, is literature. Life in this sense dwells within all ordinary people as much as the artist. But they do...

A deus ex machina will never appear in real life so you best make other arrangements.

It looks like it’s wasting time, but literature is actually the ultimate time-saver – because it gives us access to a range of emotions and events that it would take you years, decades, millennia to...

This is your life – not your parents’, teachers’ or significant other’s. If you ever find yourself on a path that just doesn’t feel safe anymore, you have every right to stop the car, get...

Already the people murmur that I am your enemybecause they say that in verse I give the world your me.They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos.Who rises in my verses is not...

The decline of literature indicates the decline of a nation.

Victorian literature was my subject at Harvard.

Anything that keeps old words in circulation is to be treasured, the French revolution be damned.

Who can say they saw a whole play or read a whole book? Each has their own experience, their own play, their own book

As it is I’m a dated novelist, whom hardly anybody reads, or if they do, most of them don’t understand what I am on about. Certainly I wish I had never written Voss, which is...

I ate them like salad, books were my sandwich for lunch, my tiffin and dinner and midnight munch. I tore out the pages, ate them with salt, doused them with relish, gnawed on the bindings,...

Yet, the man never goes slow! Feted against all the odds.How? Nobody knows.Undeterred, unabated, yet uncharted he goes…

One of the great joys of my job is that you spend a huge amount of time investigating different areas of literature.

The first one to bed always lit the candle, and the last one turned out the lamp….The tradition had seen them through quite a bit by now, and Rebecca had come to love the candlelight,...

A fantasy is a journey. It is a journey into the subconscious mind, just as psychoanalysis is. Like psychoanalysis, it can be dangerous; and it will change you.

Beneath my eyes opens — a book; I see to the bottom; the heart — I see to the depths. I know what loves are trembling into fire; how jealousy shoots its green flashes hither...

Panic is the sudden realization that everything around you is alive.

The pleasures of writing correspond exactly to the pleasures of reading

I suppose if I had to give a one-word answer to the question of why I read, that word would be pleasure. The kind of pleasure you can get from reading is like no other...

An artist is the magician put among men to gratify–capriciously–their urge for immortality. The temples are built and brought down around him, continuously and contiguously, from Troy to the fields of Flanders. If there is...

Language is the key to the heart of people.

The best way to get to know them is to wander right into the middle and get lost.

Literature illuminates life only for those to whom books are a necessity.

WE ARE the PULSE of the TIMES!

Howard adores Sam’s looks. He loves the strong cut of jaw made satin with thickening peach fuzz, loses himself in the green eyes. Howard stares at them like a lover, but always obliquely. (Sometimes we...

En uzun yaşayan, en çok yaşayan değildir.

My fingers burn behind the keys of my typewriter, the lettering fading with every thoughtful strike. The many words I write I dare not stall; my mind perpetually alert for my magnum opus call.

Kisslikeyouneverhada past.

I realize that people still read books now and some people actually love them, but in 1946 in the Village our feelings about books–I’m talking about my friends and myself–went beyond love. It was as...

Había leído lo bastante como para apreciar mi ingenio literario, pero no lo bastante como para identificar mis fuentes de conocimiento. Me encantan las mujeres así. Podía decirle cosas como: “La principal diferencia entre la...

He knows he will be born again, And start fresh anew.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

Entering a cell, penetrating deep as a flying saucer to find a new galaxy would be an honorable task for a new scientist interested more in the inner state of the soul than in outer...

I lose faith in mathematics, logical and rigid. What with those that even zero doesn’t accept?

When within yourself you find the road, the right road will open.

To leave out beautiful sunsets is the secret of good taste.

Too often, feelings arrive too soon, waiting for thoughts that often come too late.

The light teaches you to convert life into a festive promenade.

Teaching others, he corrected himself.

Free time is a terrible thing to waste. Read a book.

I read a lot of heavy literature when I’m on set, so on holiday I want to indulge in something light-hearted.

Moreover, it is not just that the early documents are silent about so much of Jesus that came to be recorded in the gospels, but that they view him in a substantially different way —...

There is a master way with words which is not learned but is instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper…

Leo a Casavella, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo a Grace Morales, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo Allen Ginsberg, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo a Pasolini, que es mi contemporáneo. Leo a Cervantes, que es mi...

You said you were allowed to lose it,’ some part of her reminded herself. ‘Not yet, not yet.