Dixon was alive again. Consciousness was upon him before he could get out of the way; not for him the slow, gracious wandering from the halls of sleep, but a summary, forcible ejection. He lay sprawled, too wicked to move, spewed up like a broken spider-crab on the tarry shingle of morning. The light did him harm, but not as much as looking at things did; he resolved, having done it once, never to move his eyeballs again. A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night, and then as its mausoleum. During the night, too, he'd somehow been on a cross-country run and then been expertly beaten up by secret police. He felt bad.
Kingsley AmisTags: humor literature alcohol hangover
How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.
E.M. ForsterTags: literature travel india
About here, she thought, dabbling her fingers in the water, a ship had sunk, and she muttered, dreamily half asleep, how we perished, each alone.
Virginia WoolfTags: death literature
What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.
John UpdikeTags: words art reading books literature
I should point out, creating one's own style, as much as is required to illustrate one of the aspects, the golden seam of language, involves beginning again at once, in a different manner, adopting the guise of a pupil when one risked becoming pedantic - thus by a shrugging of one's shoulders, disconcerting some with their genuflecting stance, and immortalizing oneself in multiple, impersonal, or even anonymous forms in response to the gesture of arms raised in stupefaction.
Stéphane MallarméTags: literature french
It is not all books that are as dull as their readers.
Henry David ThoreauTags: words perception reading books literature
Then I thought of reading—the nice and subtle happiness of reading. This was enough, this joy not dulled by Age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, life-long intoxication.
Logan Pearsall SmithTags: words reading books literature
The Postmodernists' tyranny wears people down by boredom and semi-literate prose.
Christopher HitchensTags: humor literature postmodernism
Comedy aims at representing men as worse, Tragedy as better than in actual life.
AristotleTags: art philosophy literature
One of the convenient things about literature is that, despite copyrights [...] a book belongs to the reader as well as to the writer.
Anne FadimanTags: books literature
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