#w

It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#book #country #get #know #only

The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#above #artist #dark #day #falls

A great writer creates a world of his own and his readers are proud to live in it. A lesser writer may entice them in for a moment, but soon he will watch them filing out. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#entice #filing #great #great writer #his

Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate it; a child who fears noises becomes a man who hates noise. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#before #child #consequence #fear #fears

No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in a morning. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#large #man #morning #out #should

Our memories are card indexes consulted and then returned in disorder by authorities whom we do not control. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#card #consulted #control #disorder #memories

The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#cannot #classes #his #leisure #member

The more books we read, the clearer it becomes that the true function of a writer is to produce a masterpiece and that no other task is of any consequence. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#becomes #books #clearer #consequence #function

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#only #past #smells #sweet #thing

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say. ↗

— Cyril Connolly

#fear #kill #many #neighbours #say