Literature Quotes - Page 19

You can’t enjoy art or books in a hurry.

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

Dear Literary World, Sorry for breaking down your door...I'll pay for that!!! Since I'm here and planning to stay a while, let me tell you some stories!!

Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent

Don't patronize the chain bookstores. Every time I see some author scheduled to read and sign his books at a chain bookstore, I feel like telling him he's stabbing the independent bookstores in the back.

the glory of the protagonist is always paid for
by a lot of secondary characters

something genuine like a mark in a toilet, graced with guts and gutted with grace

We can sum up the surrealist distinction between 'literature' and 'poetry' by saying where the former is artificial, fictive and elusive, the latter is natural, real, direct and spontaneous.

You don’t know anything, but I know even less.

Total knowledge is annihilation
Of the desire to see, to touch, to feel
The world sensed only through senses
And immune to the knowledge without feeling.

Omnipotence and omniscience are the end of power and knowledge.

The man who reads nothing at all is better educated than the man who reads nothing but newspapers.

I am conscious of a soul-sense that lifts me above the narrow, cramping circumstances of my life. My physical limitations are forgotten- my world lies upward, the length and the breadth and the sweep of the heavens are mine!

The bullet that has hit us Muslims today left the gun centuries ago when we let the clergy decide that knowledge and education were not important.

Language is the key to the heart of people.

I don't believe in ONE holy book. I believe all books are holy. Of course, some books are holy shit.

Sleep is death enjoyed.

You will die but the words you speak or spoke, will live forever.

The ‘Muse’ is not an artistic mystery, but a mathematical equation. The gift are those ideas you think of as you drift to sleep. The giver is that one you think of when you first awake.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes