I won’t stop writing until I am known as the Kurt Cobain of literature!

To write is to forget. Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life. Music soothes, the visual arts exhilarates, the performing arts (such as acting and dance) entertain. Literature, however, retreats from life by...

Here we are in the century of information, that is to say the unformed. Every kind of literature will be journalistic, with a science for ballast.

You must be more gentle, dear, more sedate,’ Ellen told her daughter. ‘You must not interrupt gentlemen when they are speaking, even if you do think you know more about matters than they do. Gentlemen...

Literature is impossible, in exactly this sense: every new generation has so much ‘catching up’ to do that the real choice that presents itself soon is the following one: one either spends ones entire life...

Speech is the body part of thinking, the voice of the mind. Writing is the blood and mind mixing to speak through the fingers, through the hands.

Reading books is a way for you to communicate with and learn from the best thinkers that are writing today and that have ever lived.

Inspiration is wonderful when it happens, but the writer must develop an approach for the rest of the time… The wait is simply too long.

She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex’s ground floor.The scene was a swirl of candy bright...

Even English Language doesn’t provide you with the Synonyms of the word Success.

It was like hiking into a Hemingway story; everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.

I think it can be tremendously refreshing if a creator of literature has something on his mind other than the history of literature so far. Literature should not disappear up its own asshole, so to...

In the course of time, Michael Strogoff reached a high station in the Empire. But it is not the history of his success, but the history of his trials, which deserves to be related.

If arts and music, precious gifts in themselves, were akin to memory, literature was the self-knowing of the species; the human mind accumulated, a manifest of wisdom and knowledge, self-doubt and awareness, folly and foible,...

Never run upstairs when someone’s chasing you. Don’t try to quick-draw a man who already has his gun out. Never light a match in the dark in a strange building. Half of staying safe is...

I love and hate this place because it is full of words.

It is really hard to be lonely very long in a world of words. Even if you don’t have friends somewhere, you still have language, and it will find you and wrap its little syllables...

Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

For this quiet, unprepossessing, passive man who has no garden in front of his subsidised flat, books are like flowers. He loves to line them up on the shelf in multicoloured rows: he watches over...

You can be a good painter if you study Cézanne’s vision. Whoever dares to copy Van Gogh falls inevitably into the hell of imitators. For this painter didn’t care about masterpieces, or even good paintings…...

Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it.

There is nothing sacred about literature, it is damned from one end to the other. There is nothing in literature but change and change is mockery. I’ll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn...

There isn’t a lot of poverty literature in the young-adult world. And I don’t know why that is, but I think certainly I felt a gap.

In omnibus requiem quaesivi, et nusquam inveni nisi in angulo cum libro.(Everywhere I have sought peace and not found it, except in a corner with a book.)

The only friends I have are the dead who have bequeathed their writings to me–I have no others.

About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.

Because subjects like literature and art history have no obvious material pay-off, they tend to attract those who look askance at capitalist notions of utility. The idea of doing something purely for the delight of...

Life itself has lost its plane reality: it is projected, not along the old fixed points, but along the dynamic coordinates of Einstein, of revolution. In this new projection, the best-known formulas and objects become...

Trying to live up to yourself is the most trying thing.

Writers are engineers of human souls.

I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.

You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put...

literature is a way in which we can learn to live deeper lives — husband with wife, parent with child, brother with sister, fellow member with fellow member. Most good authors are better than we...

It is difficult when reading the description of certain fictional characters not at the same time to imagine the real-life acquaintances who they most closely, if often unexpectedly, resemble.

Ağıtı asıl yönetenler ölünün kadın akrabalarıydı. Ağıtta eski geleneklerle kurulmuş, soğukkanlılıkla düşünülmüş bir düzen bulunduğu anlaşılıyordu. Akrabalığı uzakça olanlar tabutun yanında biraz duruyorlar, seslerini fazla yükseltmeden ağlayarak bir şeyler söylüyorlardı. Daha yakın olanlar eşikten girer...

Aptallar öğretmeyi, akıllılar ise öğrenmeyi sever.

Dakin: The more you read, though, the more you’ll see that literature is actually about losers.Scripps: No.Dakin: It’s consolation. All literature is consolation.

Writing, painting, singing–it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a...

Perhaps somebody has alredy written it. But I want to write a story from the end till the very beginning.

Like Solzhenitsyn, I shall return, one bright dusk.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.

A hidden spark of the dream sleeps In the forest and waits In the celestial spheres of the brain.

He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love.

The world is always open, Waiting to be discovered.

To understand possible means to understand impossible.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

I fly through memory to find a newborn love.

Forget decorated generals, tell me about Private Ryan.

Either all lights are turned off or one inner light is missing.

Deceit dispels the boredom of the Absolute.