There is no patriotic art.
A society can exist - many do exist - without writing, but no society can exist without reading.
Old or new, the only sign I always try to rid my books of (usually with little success) is the price-sticker that malignant booksellers attach to the backs. These evil white scabs rip off with difficulty, leaving leprous wounds and traces of slime to which adhere the dust and fluff of ages, making me wish for a special gummy hell to which the inventor of these stickers would be condemned.
The starting point is a question.
In any of my pages in any of my books may life a perfect account of my secret experience of the world.
Old books that we have known but not possessed cross our path and invite themselves over. New books try to seduce us daily with tempting titles and tantalizing covers.
reading is at the beginning of the social contract
The attack on "selfishness" is an attack on man's self-esteem; to surrender one, is to surrender the other.
I have no idea why I write. The old standards are: I like to express my feelings, stretch my imagination, earn money.
Without duty, life is soft and boneless.
Terence, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see the rate you drink your beer. But oh, good Lord, the verse you make, It gives a chap the belly-ache. The cow, the old cow, she is dead; It sleeps well the horned head: We poor lads, 'tis our turn now To hear such tunes as killed the cow. Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme Your friends to death before their time. Moping, melancholy mad: Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.