#eu

The attention for bad literature is symptomatic: they pretends its the most normal thing in the world to fill an entire newspaper page with talk about a bad book, and good books are silenced to death. This mechanism is exactly the same formula as used in the Eurovision Songfestival: to present monoculture, and the proverbial hatred for that monoculture is only ritualistic, intended to give the reader the impression that the newspaper is on their side. Its the formula of entertainment: present things the reader can feel superior to. ↗

— Martinus Hendrikus Benders

#eurovision-songfestival #newspapers #death

The spirits of the brain are directly connected to the testicles. This is why men who weary their imagination in books are less suitable for procreative functions... ↗

— Louis de la Forge

#books #humor #neurology #reading #sex

For the source of the short story is usually lyrical. And all writers speak from, and speak to, emotions eternally the same in all of us: love, pity, terror do not show favorites or leave any of us out. ↗

— Eudora Welty

#short-stories #writing #love

A man must love a thing very much if he practices it without any hope of fame or money, but even practice it without any hope of doing it well. Such a man must love the toils of the work more than any other man can love the rewards of it. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#greatness #passion #love

In poetically well built museums, formed from the heart's compulsions, we are consoled not by finding in them old objects that we love, but by losing all sense of Time. ↗

— Orhan Pamuk

#museums #objects #time #love

When we seed millions of acres of land with these plants, what happens to foraging birds, to insects, to microbes, to the other animals, when they come in contact and digest plants that are producing materials ranging from plastics to vaccines to pharmaceutical products? ↗

— Jeremy Rifkin

#birds #come #contact #digest #happens

I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life...to lie in your arms as I take my last breath. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love #lovers #reunion #life

Só quero Deus. Quero Deus dentro de mim. Quero que Deus brinque na minha corrente sanguínea da mesma forma que a luz do sol se diverte na água ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#love

I suggest to my students that they write under a pseudonym for a week. That allows young men to write as women, and women as men. It allows them a lot of freedom they don't have ordinarily. ↗

— Joyce Carol Oates

#on-writing #pseudonym #freedom

...If I ever got sloppy and maudlin, it would be for the streets of my childhood—but no self- respecting writer should ever eulogize a slum... ↗

— John Geddes

#eulogy #maudlin #muse #slum #streets