“And after all, if a family can grow all its food for free off a piece of land which is no more than a family’s fair share of the land surface of its country, and have some produce left over for other people, and still have time to do other work, it is in a very sound position and nobody can say that it is not pulling its weight.”
John Seymour, Fat of the Land
“Karou had stabbed men before, and she hated it, the gruesome feeling of penetrating living flesh. She pulled back, leaving her makeshift weapon in his side. His face registered neither pain nor surprise. It was, Karou thought as he closed in, a dead face. Or rather, the living face of a dead soul.
It was utterly terrifying.”
Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke and Bone
“I am an offspring of the dead. I am descended from the deceased. I am the progeny of phantoms. My ancestors are the illustrious multitudes of the defunct, grand and innumerable. My lineage is longer than time. My name is written in embalming fluid in the book of death. A noble race is mine.”
Thomas Ligotti, The Lost Art of Twilight
“With reluctance, I found myself becoming convinced of (as they are now often called) libertarian views, due to various considerations and arguments.
Since many of the people who take a similar position are narrow and rigid, and filled, paradoxically, with resentment at other freer ways of being, my now having natural responses which fit the theory puts me in some bad company. I do not welcome the fact that most people I know and respect disagree with me, having outgrown the not wholly admirable pleasure of irritating or dumbfounding people by producing strong reasons to support positions they dislike or even detest.”
Robert Nozick on how his reasoning changed his views when writing his libertarian classic Anarchy, State and Utopia
“I used to live on the edge. I used to move in darkness.
I was excited about Hannah coming out and taking me to her late-night haunt. She liked my jokes and my promise of wealth. I wondered why I had ever left such a simple and honest life.
I wondered if there was a place for me that could be like this and still allow me to hear children’s laughter in the morning.”
Walter Mosley, Little Yellow Dog
“A poem in translation,
the young man was fond of saying,
is like the dead body of a foreigner
washed up on our shores.”
Kevin Prufer, The Translator, in Paris Review Spring 2017
“I am a writer, and what I write is what I hear. I am a secretary of the invisible, one of many secretaries over the ages.”
JM Coetzee, in Elizabeth Costello, citing Czeslaw Milosz’s concept.
“But if you could not close a door behind you to take a shit in the city – even if it was just the door to a shared toilet – if this one, most essential freedom was taken from you, the freedom, that is, to withdraw from other people when necessity called, then all other freedoms were worthless. Then life had no more meaning. Then it would be better to be dead.”
Patrick Suskind, The Pigeon
When we examine the state of democratic politics in all of the countries where right-wing populism has made serious inroads, we find a striking similarity. Their growth has always taken place in circumstances where the differences between the traditional democratic parties have become much less significant than before… and in each case consensus at the centre has been established.
Chantal Mouffe, On the Political
“Things were not going well. It was August, and my tree from the previous year’s Christmas still lay in a heap of brown, dead pine needles in my dark, unused dining room. I was ashamed to take it out to the trash, not wanting my neighbors to see how far I’d fallen, how utterly paralyzed I’d become by my years of excess. Eventually, my wife and I would make a heroic effort to dispose of the incriminating object – chopping it up like a dead body and stuffing it in plastic bags before lugging it in the dead of night a few floors down and leaving it near a known coke dealer’s doorway. Let him take the rap, we figured.”
Anthony Bourdain, Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the culinary underbelly
“Becky’s in the front, her legs are crossed tightly, her elbows are tucked into her hips, she’s biting her thumbnail. Her body is taut as a trip wire.”
Kate Tempest, The bricks that built the houses
Both tried to gain authority over their audiences by a two-stage rhetorical process – first, professing their own weakness and thus identifying with the weak recipients of that message; second, stressing their status as one of the chosen few whom their listeners could join if they would only submit to their authority. To be a successful Fuhrer or charismatic radio preacher, Adorno argued, one be what he called the ‘great little man’.
Stuart Jeffries on Theodor Adorno, in Grand Hotel Abyss
Can’t see that approach at work anywhere at all now. Nope, not anywhere.
“The sole raison d’etre of a novel is to discover what only the novel can discover. A novel that does not discover a hitherto unknown segment of existence is immoral.”
“[The] common spirit of the mass media, camouflaged by political diversity, is the spirit of our time. And this spirit seems to me contrary to the spirit of the novel.”
The novel’s spirit is the spirit of complexity. Every novel says to the reader: ‘Things are not as simple as you think’. That is the novel’s eternal truth, but it grows steadily harder to hear amid the din of easy, quick answers.”
Milan Kundera, The Art of the Novel
Milan Kundera’s assertion of the value of the novel is strong, and, though I’m not sure I’d make a moral judgement on this basis, I agree fully that what sets a novel apart is it’s ability to convey the complexity of life and reveal, in the process, hidden aspects of being.
“Bread is the main thing to understand: the staple of speculation, the food for all theories about what happens next. Fifteen years from now, on the day the Bastille falls, the price of bread will be at its highest in sixty years. Twenty years from now (when it is all over), a woman on the capital will say: ‘Under Robespierre, blood flowed, but the people had bread. Perhaps in order to have bread, it is necessary to spill a little blood.’”
Hilary Mantel, A Place of Greater Safety
A brilliant paragraph, and one that sets off a train of thought about how far the shortage of bread, the most basic staple, has been at the start of moments of political unrest the world over.
“But all of us are less than ourselves
in the days when we need to be more
and none of us can help ourselves
From Bronze by Jackie Kay
You’re beautiful because you’re classically trained
I’m ugly because I associate piano wire with strangulation
You’re beautiful because you stop to read the cards in newsagents’ windows about lost cats and missing dogs
I’m ugly because of what I did to that jellyfish with a lolly stick and a big stone
– Simon Armitage, You’re Beautiful
Just a brilliant opening to an entertaining, honest and acccurate poem.
I do not think, in any event, it’s a good idea to want to know what people are thinking (that would disqualify you as a writer right there) … People never tell the truth anyway. And most people’s minds never contain much worth reporting, in which case they just make something up that’s patently ridiculous instead of saying the truth – namely, I was thinking of nothing. The other side, of course, is that you will run the risk of being told the very truth of what someone is thinking, which can turn out to be something you don’t want to hear, or that makes you mad, and ought to be kept private anyway…. Things just come into your mind on their own and aren’t your fault. So I learned this all those years ago – that you don’t need to held responsible for what you think, and that by and large you don’t have any business knowing what other people think.
Richard Ford, The Sportswriter
To think. To understand. It just happens to be the way I’m made. I have to write things down to feel I fully comprehend them.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood.
Putting it simply and clearly, as always.