#literature

If you say city to people, people have no problem thinking of the city as rife with problematic, screwed-up people, but if you say suburbs - and I'm not the first person to say this, it's been said over and over again in literature - there's a sense of normalcy. ↗

— Eric Bogosian

#been #city #first #i #literature

In the order of literature, as in others, there is no act that is not the coronation of an infinite series of causes and the source of an infinite series of effects. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#causes #coronation #effects #infinite #literature

I studied English literature in the honors program, which means that you had to take courses in various centuries. You had to start with Old English, Middle English, and work your way toward the modern. I figured if I did that it would force me to read some of the things I might not read on my own. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

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The Pulitzer Prize is an idea; it's a vote of confidence. Like literature, it exists purely in the mind. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

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Remember, I have a Ph.D. in English literature. ↗

— Henry Louis Gates

#english literature #i #literature #remember

That a literature in our time is living is shown in that way that it debates problems. ↗

— Georg Brandes

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There is a great discovery still to be made in literature, that of paying literary men by the quantity they do not write. ↗

— Thomas Carlyle

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I am trying to make clear through my writing something which I believe: that biography- history in general- can be literature in the deepest and highest sense of that term. ↗

— Robert Caro

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I taught principally German language and literature at Eton. But any master with private pupils must be prepared to teach anything they ask for. That can be as diverse as the early paintings of Salvador Dali or how bumblebees manage to fly. ↗

— John le Carre

#anything #ask #be prepared #dali #diverse

So Janie waited a bloom time, and a green time and an orange time. But when the pollen again gilded the sun and sifted down on the world she began to stand around the gate and expect things. What things? She didn't know exactly. Her breath was gusty and short. She knew things that nobody had ever told her. For instance, the words of the trees and the wind. She often spoke to falling seeds and said, 'Ah hope you fall on soft ground,' because she had heard seeds saying that to each other as they passed. She knew the world was a stallion rolling in the blue pasture of ether. She knew that God tore down the old world every evening and built a new one by sun-up. It was wonderful to see it take form with the sun and emerge from the gray dust of its making. The familiar people and things had failed her so she hung over the gate and looked up the road towards way off. She knew now that marriage did not make love. Janie's first dream was dead, so she became a woman. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

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