Until you know who you are you can’t write.
SALMAN RUSHDIELiterature is where I go to explore the highest and lowest places in human society and in the human spirit, where I hope to find not absolute truth but the truth of the tale, of the imagination and of the heart.
More Salman Rushdie Quotes
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We are the storytelling animal.
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Ignorantly is how we all fall in love; for it is a kind of fall. Closing our eyes, we leap from that cliff in hope of a soft landing. Nor is it always soft; but still, without that leap nobody comes to life.
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Reality is a question of perspective.
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It seems that the right of freedom of speech that was enshrined in numerous constitutions is now under attack by religious institutions.
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What’s real and what’s true aren’t necessarily the same.
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Language is courage: the ability to conceive a thought, to speak it, and by doing so to make it true.
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Between the adored and the adorer falls the shadow.
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Something was badly amiss with the spiritual life of the planet, Too many demons inside people claiming to believe in God.
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From the beginning men used God to justify the unjustifiable.
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Religion is responsible for a lot of the problems in the history of the world and it’s not something that I practice or recommend, but to each his own.
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If somebody’s trying to shut you up, sing louder, and if possible, better.
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Too many people spouting too many words, and in the end those words will turn to bullets and stones.
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What kind of Christmas present would Jesus ask Santa for?
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Every time you finish a book, you have a terrible feeling that there’s just never going to be another one. But fortunately, so far, the next one has always shown up.
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Only the foolish, blinded by language’s conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it’s melancholy rim, green in it’s envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it’s greatest rages, black.
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