There Peter sat in the new sunlight, plaiting the straw for baskets, until he saw the thing he had been taught most to fear advancing silently along the lea of an outcrop of rock.
Great language and great literature do not survive long without each other
Only the very weak-minded refuse to be influenced by literature and poetry.
Only after a writer lets literature shape her can she perhaps shape literature. In working-class France, when an apprentice got hurt, or when he got tired, the experienced workers said, “It is the trade entering his body.” The art must enter the body, too.
He who does not know how to look back at where he came from will never get to his destination.
Science may explain how humans came into being, but it has no answer to the slippery question of how humans should live. Only literature makes it possible to pose such questions in the first place. And if there is no answer, only literature can point to the impossibility of ever finding one.
We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.
It is true, that which I have revealed to you; there is no God, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream–a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought–a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities!
You’re like, both like, Alexander the Great.’
We can’t both be Alexander.’
Well sometimes I think you’re two side of the same coin, and I’m the metal in between.
Literature will save me it’s the only certainty i am sure of.