Little Tamar, forget the long ago. We are here and we are now, and that is all. We are making a new start.
I am always amazed, in myself and in other women, at the strength of our need to bolster men up. This is ironical, living as we do in a time of men’s criticizing us for being ‘castrating’, etc., — all...
Think wrongly if you please but in all cases think for yourself.
This world is run by people who know how to do things. They know how things work. They are *equipped.* Up there, there's a layer of people who run everything. But we -- we're just peasants. We don't u...
The nightmare takes various forms, comes in sleep, or in wakefulness, and can be pictured most simply like this: There is a blindfolded man standing with his back to the brick wall. He has been tortur...
So very Russian, people around were murmuring. That they did meant this was an audience pretty low down on the scale of sophistication, otherwise they would be saying, Just like us, isn't it?
I’m not going to be like my mother. You’re maniacs. You’re mad.Yes, said Kate. I know it. And so you won’t be. The best of luck to you. And what are you going to be instead?
If someone cracks up, what does that mean? At what point does a person about to fall to pieces say: I'm cracking up? And if I were to crack up, what form would it take?
I feel sick when I look at the parody synopsis, at the letters from the film company... The novel is 'about' a colour problem. I said nothing in it that wasn't true. But the emotion it came out of was...
Laughter is by definition healthy.
Any human anywhere will blossom in a hundred unexpected talents and capacities simply by being given the opportunity to do so.
Trust no friend without faults, and love a woman, but no angel.
What society doesn't realize is that in the past, ordinary people respected learning. They respected books, and they don't now, or not very much. That whole respect for serious literature and learning...
Themselves to remember the truth, and not the sentimentalities with which we all shield ourselves from the horrors of which we are capable … in times of war we revert, as a species, to the past, and a...
Mas como era extraordinária aquela sala cheia de gente — ou melhor, de animais -, a olhar na mesma direcção, para outros animais mascarados e treinados para representar num palco, para animais coberto...
Art is the Mirror of our betrayed ideals.
Victim-eyes of impersonal tragedy, to be impersonal no longer.
When there's a war, people get married.
My father was in the First World War.
I don't know much about creative writing programs. But they're not telling the truth if they don't teach, one, that writing is hard work, and, two, that you have to give up a great deal of life, your...