He had glimpsed a glorious ideal, had struggled toward it and seized it and come to understand it, and was disappointed. One could sympathize.
John GardnerMots clés idealism
Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.
John GardnerMots clés words
One has to be just a little crazy to write a great novel
John GardnerBad art is always basically creepy; that is its first and most obvious identifying sign
John GardnerMots clés art criticism creepy
I waited for him to find an answer. Minutes passed. It came to me that he had quit. He had glimpsed a glorious ideal, had struggled toward it and seized it and come to understand it, and was disappointed. One could sympathize.
John GardnerTheology does not thrive in the world of action and reaction, change: it grows on calm, like the scum on a stagnant pool. And it flourishes, it prospers, on decline. Only in a world where everything is patently being lost can a priest stir men's hearts as a poet would by maintaining that nothing is in vain.
John GardnerYes! Clumly had thought. There it was. Whatever it meant, spiritualistic trash for old ladies or the roaring secret of life and death, for a minute there Clumly had believed he wanted to know.
John GardnerBut dragons, my boy, have a whole different kind of mind.
John GardnerFate often enough will spare a man if his courage holds.
John GardnerI know what's in your mind. I know everything. That's what makes me so sick and old and tired.
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