#literature

Remarks are not literature. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#remarks

The contemporary thing in art and literature is the thing which doesn't make enough difference to the people of that generation so that they can accept it or reject it. ↗

— Gertrude Stein

#art #contemporary #difference #enough #generation

I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#believe #dedication #does #hold #i

Nothing could be more inappropriate to American literature than its English source since the Americans are not British in sensibility. ↗

— Wallace Stevens

#american literature #british #could #english #inappropriate

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

#art #criticism #dislike #function #help

In the literature of France Moliere occupies the same kind of position as Cervantes in that of Spain, Dante in that of Italy, and Shakespeare in that of England. His glory is more than national - it is universal. ↗

— Lytton Strachey

#dante #england #france #glory #his

English dramatic literature is, of course, dominated by Shakespeare; and it is almost inevitable that an English reader should measure the value of other poetic drama by the standards which Shakespeare has already implanted in his mind. ↗

— Lytton Strachey

#already #course #dominated #drama #dramatic

In pure literature, the writers of the eighteenth century achieved, indeed, many triumphs; but their great, their peculiar, triumphs were in the domain of thought. ↗

— Lytton Strachey

#century #domain #eighteenth #eighteenth century #great

Film is our literature, so we should tell stories that are apropos of our culture, in that we can learn something about ourselves. ↗

— David Strathairn

#culture #film #learn #literature #our

Did you know, that one night; one moonless, clear, shining night; with the shadowy silhouettes of trees crisp against the star-filled sky – I, on the high, level terrace of my flat, stretched out my hand! Against all odds and possibilities of unbelief and grief – a life of searchings, discontent, and a nagging sense of unreality… A spider-web intuition of a spread-out, intricate illusion that wilfully withheld the truth from me. ↗

— Radhika Mukherjee

#longing #our-particular-shadows #questioning #radhika-mukherjee #beauty