Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamp-post what it feels about dogs."
[Time Magazine, October 31, 1977]
Mots clés humor writing literary-criticism critics
I must say it's pretty dreary living in the American Age - unless you're an American of course. Perhaps all our children will be Americans.
John OsborneAsking a working writer what he feels about critics is like asking a lamppost what it feels about dogs.
John OsborneA refined sort of butcher, a woman is.
John OsborneYou're hurt because everything is changed. Jimmy is hurt because everything is the same. And neither of you can face it. Something's gone wrong somewhere, hasn't it?
John OsborneWhy don't we have a little game? Let's pretend that we're human beings, and that we're actually alive.
John OsborneJimmy: You'll end up like one of those chocolate merengues my wife is so fond of [Alison starts banging jars]...sweet and sticky on the outside, and sink your teeth in it [savouring every word]-inside, all white, messy and disgusting. [offering teapot sweetly to Helena] Milk?
John OsborneThat voice that cries out doesn't have to be a weakling's does it?
John OsborneMots clés strength weakness comedy anger cry voice family-drama absurd-play outcry
Jimmy: One day, when I'm no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It's all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won't be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils with Auntie Wordsworth. It'll be recollected in fire, and blood. My blood.
John OsborneMots clés anger fire blood jimmy-porter
Jimmy: The injustice of it is almost perfect! The wrong people going
hungry, the wrong people being loved, the wrong people dying!
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