Perhaps the best way to write is to do so as if one were already dead, afraid of no one’s reactions, answerable to no one’s views.
NADINE GORDIMERCommunists are the last optimists.
More Nadine Gordimer Quotes
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I’m a candle flame that sways in currents of air you can’t see. You need to be the one who steadies me to burn.
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Peace. The upland serenity of high altitude, the openness of grassland without indigenous bush or trees; the greening, yellowing or silver-browning that prevailed, according to season.
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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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The truth isn’t always beauty, but the hunger for it is.
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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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There’s no tiling moral about beauty.
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A child understands fear, and the hurt and hate it brings.
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If you live in Europe . . . things change . . . but continuity never seems to break. You don’t have to throw the past away.
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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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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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in writing, sex doesn’t matter; it’s the writing that matters.
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I have failed at many things, but I have never been afraid.
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All worthwhile writing… comes from an individual vision, privately pursued.
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If people would forget about utopia! When rationalism destroyed heaven and decided to set it up here on earth, that most terrible of all goals entered human ambition. It was clear there’d be no end to what people would be made to suffer for it.
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The gap between the committed and the indifferent is a Sahara whose faint trails, followed by the mind’s eye only, fade out in sand.
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