#literature

This is peculiarly an age in which each of us may, if he do but search diligently, find the literature suited to his mental powers. ↗

— P.G. Wodehouse

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Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten. ↗

— Chinua Achebe

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Language also encodes our past. We want to know who we are. To know who we are, we have to know who we used to be. Consequently, our literature, written in the past, anchors us in that past. ↗

— Andrzej Wajda

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There is something perfect to be found in the imperfect: the law keeps balance through the juxtaposition of beauty, which gains perfection through nurtured imperfection. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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I love and hate this place because it is full of words. ↗

— Markus Zusak

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What had brought me to New York in the autumn of 1972 was a letter of recommendation written by Norman Mailer, the author of 'The Naked and the Dead' and American literature's leading heavyweight contender, to Dan Wolf, the delphic editor of 'The Village Voice.' ↗

— James Wolcott

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In the history of literature there are many great enduring works which were not published in the lifetimes of the authors. If the authors had not achieved self-affirmation while writing, how could they have continued to write? ↗

— Gao Xingjian

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Observing humans and observing oneself yields a clear-minded starting point for literature. ↗

— Gao Xingjian

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Darkness does not age; nothing is always nothing ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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If I understand you rightly, you had formed a surmise of such horror as I have hardly words to-- Dear Miss Morland, consider the dreadful nature of the suspicions you have entertained. What have you been judging from? Remember the country and the age in which we live. Remember that we are English, that we are Christians. Consult your own understanding, your own sense of the probable, your own observation of what is passing around you. Does our education prepare us for such atrocities? Do our laws connive at them? Could they be perpetrated without being known, in a country like this, where social and literary intercourse is on such a footing, where every man is surrounded by a neighbourhood of voluntary spies, and where roads and newspapers lay everything open? Dearest Miss Morland, what ideas have you been admitting?" They had reached the end of the gallery, and with tears of shame she ran off to her own room. ↗

— Jane Austen

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