All Quotes By Tag: Fiction

“Some writers write to forget. Some forget to write.”

“Show me a man that gets rich by being a politician, and I’ll show you a crook.”

“He is so delighted when we approach His throne with prayer. He loves to be remembered as the One who can heal all, cure all and fix all.”

“One cannot expect to travel far without faith.”

“Mr. Codro’s destiny is Ptolemaic; in other words, based on fiction. Ptolemaic says it all; it means above all fixed and unchanging, that is to say different from real life which is by nature changing and temporary. It means: not according to natural truth, but according to man’s desire and the pretense inspired by his fear of dying and his desire for permanence.”

“Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths—until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about.”

“Poetry is a way of coming to know the realness of things; fiction is a way of coming to know the world of relationships; nonfiction is a way of coming to know the world of the mind.”

“Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept—the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t.”

“[Fiction and poetry] are medicines, they’re doses, and they heal the rupture that reality makes on the imagination.”

“The Waves is an extraordinary achievement … It is trembling on the edge. A little less – and it would lose its poetry. A little more – and it would be over into the abyss, and be dull and arty. It is her greatest book.”

“The novel is a formidable mass, and it is so amorphous – no mountain in it to climb, no Parnassus or Helicon, not even a Pisgah. It is most distinctly one of the moister areas of literature – irrigated by a hundred rills and occasionally degenerating into a swamp. I do not wonder that the poets despise it, though they sometimes find themselves in it by accident. And I am not surprised at the annoyance of the historians when by accident it finds itself among them.”

“In fiction, the characters have their own lives. They may start as a gloss on the author’s life, but they move on from there. In poetry, especially confessional poetry but in other poetry as well, the poet is not writing characters so much as emotional truth wrapped in metaphor. Bam! Pow! A shot to the gut.”

“It’s not the word made flesh we want in writing, in poetry and fiction, but the flesh made word”

“أهدى إليها ورداً في إحدى المناسبات، وبعد ساعات … دق جرس التليفون وسمع صوتاً يقول: أشكرك … لقد أسعدتني !ليس هذا صوتها … إنه صوت الورد !!”

“He presses his mouth to mine. I nearly pass out from the surge of passion that washes through me. “What I’m telling you is…” he tightens his grip around my arms. “You belong to me,” he whispers.” FUNNY, ADDICTIVE DRAMA “Dancing on My Own.”