The Europeans wanted gold and slaves, like everybody else; but at the same time they wanted statues put up to themselves as people who had done good things for the slaves.
V.S. NAIPAULBut everything of value about me is in my books.
More V.S. Naipaul Quotes
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If writers just sit and talk about oppression, they are not going to do much writing.
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Everybody is interesting for an hour, but few people can last more than two.
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I don’t feel I can speak with authority for many other people.
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In the beginning, before the arrival of the white men, I had considered myself neutral. I had wanted neither side to win, neither the army nor the rebels. As it turned out, both sides lost.
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The melancholy thing about the world is that it is full of stupid people; and the world is run for the benefit of the stupid and common.
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We cannot understand all the traits we have inherited. Sometimes we can be strangers to ourselves.
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The first 50 years of the cinema were absolutely great years. Original minds were at work establishing the ways to tell a story. And what is happening now is a copying, a pastiche-ing of what was done by great men.
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The world is always in movement.
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I will say I am the sum of my books.
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When I learnt to write I became my own master, I became very strong, and that strength is with me to this very day.
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It isn’t that there’s no right and wrong here. There’s no right.
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Argentine political life is like the life of an ant community or an African forest tribe: full of events, full of crisis and deaths, but life is always cyclical, and the year ends as it begins.
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I’m thought to be a tough writer, but I’m really a softie.
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The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.
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It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.
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