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Will the reader turn the page?
What the writer needs is an empty day ahead.
Chamber music - a conversation between friends.
What pioneer ever had chart and a lighthouse to steer by?
Writing is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living.
Great artists treasure their time with a bitter and snarling miserliness.
If art has a purpose, it is to interpret life, reproduce it in fresh visions.
Many a man who has known himself at ten forgets himself utterly between ten and thirty.
Biographers, by their very nature, want to know everything about everybody, dead or alive.
For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.
I speak truth, not so much as I would, but as much as I dare; and I dare a little more, as I grown older.
There is a marvelous turn and trick to British arrogance; its apparent unconsciousness makes it twice as effectual.
History is, in its essence, exciting; to present it as dull is, to my mind, stark and unforgivable misrepresentation.
Artists often think they are going to die before their time. They seem to possess a heightened sense of the passing of the hours.
A woman's biography - with about eight famous historical exceptions - so often turns out to be the story of a man and the woman who helped his career.
In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fictional points should be printed in red ink, the facts printed in black ink.
Writers seldom choose as friends those self-contained characters who are never in trouble, never unhappy or ill, never make mistakes and always count their change when it is handed to them.
Writers seldom choose as friends those self-contained characters who are never in trouble, never unhappy or ill, never make mistakes, and always count their change when it is handed to them.
your concert-goer, though he feed upon symphony as a lamb upon milk, is no true lover if he play no instrument. Your true lover does more than admire the muse; he sweats a little in her service.
Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.
Writing, I think, is not apart from living. Writing is a kind of double living. The writer experiences everything twice. Once in reality and once in that mirror which waits always before or behind.
All the others arts are lonely. We paint alone--my picture, my interpretation of the sky. My poem, my novel. But in music--ensemble music, not soloism--we share. No altruism this, for we receive tenfold what we give.
I have noted that, barring accidents, artists whose powers wear best and last longest are those who have trained themselves to work under adversity. Great artists treasure their time with a bitter and snarling miserliness.
It is a great, a pleasant thing to have a friend with whom to walk, untroubled, through the woods, by the stream, saying nothing, at peace--the heart all clean and quiet and empty, ready for the spirit that may choose to be its guest.
People who carry a musical soul about them are, I think, more receptive than others. They smile more readily. One feels in them a pleasant propensity toward the lesser sins, a pleasing readiness also to admit the possibility that on occasion they may be in the wrong--they may be mistaken.
In early days, I tried not to give librarians any trouble, which was where I made my primary mistake. Librarians like to be given trouble; they exist for it, they are geared to it. For the location of a mislaid volume, an uncatalogued item, your good librarian has a ferret’s nose. Give her a scent and she jumps the leash, her eye bright with battle.
One of the marks of true genius is a quality of abundance. A rich, rollicking abundance, enough to give indigestion to ordinary people. Great artists turn it out in rolls, in swatches. They cover whole ceilings with paintings, they chip out a mountainside in stone, they write not one novel but a shelf full. It follows that some of their work is better than other. As much as a third of it may be pretty bad. Shall we say this unevenness is the mark of their humanity - of their proud mortality as well as of their immortality?