Sentiment is for those who don’t know what to do next.
NADINE GORDIMERFrom Ernest Hemingway’s stories I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.
More Nadine Gordimer Quotes
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Literature is one of the few areas left where black and white feel some identity of purpose; we all struggle under censorship.
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Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb.
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Censorship may have to do with literature; but literature has nothing whatever to do with censorship.
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Humans, the only self-regarding animals, blessed or cursed with this torturing higher faculty, have always wanted to know why.
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when it comes to their essential faculty as writers, all writers are androgynous beings.
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Written words still have the amazing power to bring out the best and worst of human nature
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I’m forty-nine but I could be twenty-five except for my face and my legs.
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I have learned since that sometimes the things we want most are impossible for us. You may long to come home, yet wander forever.
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There is no moral authority like that of sacrifice.
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Any writer of any worth at all hopes to play only a pocket-torch of light – and rarely, through genius, a sudden flambeau – into the bloody yet beautiful labyrinth of human experience, of being.
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In various and different circumstances certain objects and individuals are going to turn out to be vital. The wager of survival cannot, by its nature, reveal which, in advance of events.
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Books dont need batteries
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Your whole life you are really writing one book, which is an attempt to grasp the consciousness of your time and place– a single book written from different stages of your ability.
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Art defies defeat by its very existence, representing the celebration of life, in spite of all attempts to degrade and destroy it.
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September 2001. A sunny day in New York. Many of us who are writers were at work on the transformation of life into a poem, story, a chapter of a novel, when terror pounced from the sky, and the world made witness to it.
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