Literature Quotes - Page 2

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

The same word we love and hate, leaves in different directions, taking different paths.

Let those who want to save the world if you can get to see it clear and as a whole. Then any part you make will represent the whole if it's made truly. The thing to do is work and learn to make it.

Words rich in meaning can be cheap in sound effects.

She called herself Europa, and wandered the world from girlhood till death. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.

At the end of the day your ability to connect with your readers comes down to how you make them feel.

The house was the color of baby vomit.

Forget it. Never explain; never apologize. You can either write posthumously or you can't.

Literature is the ditch I'm going to die in. It's still the thing I care most about.

The world is God's salvation.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.

No one says a novel has to be one thing. It can be anything it wants to be, a vaudeville show, the six o’clock news, the mumblings of wild men saddled by demons.

Everybody does have a book in them, but in most cases that's where it should stay.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.

If the word doesn't exist, invent it; but first be sure it doesn't exist.

The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.

In general there should be gay characters in YA because a) surprise, there are gay folks everywhere and b) in my opinion as a father, there’s not a damn thing wrong with my child encountering gay folks in her literature, because see point a).

In the beginning was the Word. Then came the fucking word processor. Then came the thought processor. Then came the death of literature. And so it goes.

The struggle of literature is in fact a struggle to escape from the confines of language; it stretches out from the utmost limits of what can be said; what stirs literature is the call and attraction of what is not in the dictionary.

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.