#essay

I'm trying to put more elements of the essay into my writing. ↗

— Ryszard Kapuscinski

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In high school, I won a prize for an essay on tuberculosis. When I got through writing the essay, I was sure I had the disease. ↗

— Constance Baker Motley

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Criticism is, for me, like essay writing, a wonderful way of relaxation; it doesn't require a heightened and mediated voice, like prose fiction, but rather a calm, rational, even conversational voice. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

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Sometimes I read reviews, and without exception I will read critical essays that are sent to me. The critical essays are interesting on their own terms. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

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There are some fine books and essays about that. Lewis Hyde has written about alcoholism and poets and the role that society gives its writers - encouraging them to die. ↗

— Sharon Olds

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I am waiting impatiently for the day when beleaguered, like-minded academics can order James Wolcott's collected essays for their classes. ↗

— Camille Paglia

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I am a better novelist than a poet, playwright, or essayist. ↗

— Jose Saramago

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It's the only way anything will change. Because we are both mother and child, cause and effect, villain and victim ↗

— Jason Najum

#culture-critique #essay #humor #inspirational #memoir

The emotion of art is impersonal. And the poet cannot reach this impersonality without surrendering himself wholly to the work to be done. And he is not likely to know what is to be done unless he lives in what is not merely the present, but the present moment of the past, unless he is conscious, not of what is dead, but of what is already living. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#emotion #essay #expression #poetry #talent

For him that stealeth, or borroweth and returneth not, this book from its owner, let it change into a serpent in his hand and rend him. Let him be struck with palsy, and all his members blasted. Let him languish in pain, crying aloud for mercy, and let there be no surcease to this agony till he sing in dissolution. Let bookworms gnaw his entrails…and when at last he goeth to his final punishment, let the flames of Hell consume him forever.” — Anonymous Curse on Book Theives from the Monaster of San Pedro, Barcelona, Spain ↗

— Anatole Broyard

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