#literary

When authors who write literary fiction begin to write screenplays, everybody assumes that's the end. Here's another who's never going to write well again. ↗

— Richard Russo

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I dislike literary jargon and never use it. Criticism has only one function and that is to help readers read and understand literature. It is not a science, it is an aid to art. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

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There is far too much literary criticism of the wrong kind. That is why I never could have survived as an academic. ↗

— Anne Stevenson

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Science fiction, outside of poetry, is the only literary field which has no limits, no parameters whatsoever. ↗

— Theodore Sturgeon

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I read a book a day when I was a kid. My family was not literary; we did not have any books in the house. ↗

— Amy Tan

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So I'm not a Southern writer in the commonly held sense of the term, like Faulkner or Eudora Welty, who took the South for their entire literary environment and subject matter. ↗

— Donna Tartt

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Woolf ’s control over the production of her own work is a significant factor in her genesis as a writer. The Hogarth Press became an important and influential publishing house in the decades that followed. It was responsible, for example, for the first major works of Freud in English, beginning in 1922, and published significant works by key modernist writers such as T. S. Eliot and Gertrude Stein. Woolf herself set the type for the Hogarth edition of Eliot’s The Waste Land (1923), which he read to them in June 1922, and which she found to have ‘great beauty & force of phrase: symmetry; & tensity. What connects it together, I’m not so sure’ (D2 178). ↗

— Jane Goldman

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Any biographer must of necessity become a pilgrim a peripatetic, obsessed literary pilgrim, a traveler with four eyes. ↗

— Leon Edel

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I am a literary animal. For me, everything ends in literature. ↗

— Carlos Fuentes

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The most interesting inconsistency in thought is connected with the Bower of Bliss. This passage--the twelfth canto of the second Book--is probably the best known in the whole poem and the most frequently cited as an example of Spenser's sensuous beauty. Professor de Selincourt writes: 'Those who blame Spenser for lavishing the resources of his art upon this canto, and filling it with magic beauty, have never been at the heart of the experience it shadows. It is from the ravishing loveliness of all that surrounds and leads to the Bower of Acrasia that she herself draws her almost irresistible power. When Guyon has bound Acrasia and destroyed the Bower of Bliss he has achieved his last and hardest victory. ↗

— Janet Spens

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