it’s impossible to conquer all fear and loss by preparation. There are always sources of desolation that aren’t taken into account because no one knows what they will be.
NADINE GORDIMERNewspapers are horror happening to other people.
More Nadine Gordimer Quotes
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As writers, we are exploring the mystery, the mystery of existence.
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Mostly I’m interviewed by white people, and identified with white society.
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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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Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
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If one will always have to feel white first, and African second, it would be better not to stay on in Africa.
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I don’t think I am a citizen of the world; I am very much a citizen of my own country. But my own country is closely related to other parts of the world and influenced by what happens there.
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Keenness of hearing revives when one is alone.
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Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self
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In a certain sense a writer is ‘selected’ by his subject – his subject being the consciousness of his own era.
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Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.
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The primacy of the word, basis of the human psyche, that has in our age been used for mind-bending persuasion and brain-washing pulp, disgraced by Gobbles and debased by advertising copy, remains a force for freedom that flies out between all bars.
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There’s no tiling moral about beauty.
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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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Books dont need batteries
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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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