From Ernest Hemingway’s stories I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.
NADINE GORDIMERIf you live in Europe . . . things change . . . but continuity never seems to break. You don’t have to throw the past away.
More Nadine Gordimer Quotes
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Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
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One can’t measure how a mood of confidence comes about.
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Sincerity is never having an idea of oneself.
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when it comes to their essential faculty as writers, all writers are androgynous beings.
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Writers themselves don’t analyze what they do; to analyze would be to look down while crossing a canyon on a tightrope.
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I have failed at many things, but I have never been afraid.
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Time is change; we measure its passage by how much things alter.
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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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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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I shall never write an autobiography, I’m much too jealous of my privacy for that.
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A truly living human being cannot remain neutral.
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About the joys and the courage, I really don’t know what other people think. I just know that I’ve never left Africa. I’ve lived there all my life. And one of the wonderful things, in spite of all the terrible things that happen in South Africa, is the way people continue to keep their dignity.
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Everyone ends up moving alone towards the self
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My answer is: Recognize yourself in others
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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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