“The minute sex becomes of moral importance, horrible problems are created needlessly.” — Manuel Puig, The Art of Fiction No. 114, the Paris Review (Winter II 1989)
Tag: Art of Fiction
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“Life is a journey, and you can’t carry everything with you. Only the usable baggage.” — Ha Jin, The Art of Fiction No. 202, The Paris Review (Winter 2009)
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“Perhaps the turning point in one’s life is realizing that to be treated like a victim is not necessarily to become one.” — James Baldwin, Art of Fiction, No 78, The Paris Review (Spring 1984)
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“People are always gathered together and talking and talking, no one’s really listening.” — Eudora Welty, The Art of Fiction No. 47, The Paris Review
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“I’m always very happy when I’m traveling to know that the pilots are better pilots than I am a writer.” — Gabriel García Márquez, Art of Fiction, No 69, the Paris Review (Winter 1981)
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“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.” — E. L. Doctorow
“Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia.” — E. L. Doctorow, The Art of Fiction No. 94, The Paris Review
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“I often feel that worse than the most fiendish Nazis were those Germans who went along with the persecution of the Jews not because they really disliked them but because it was the thing.” — Christopher Isherwood, The Art of Fiction No. 49, The Paris Review
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“If you say that there are elephants flying in the sky, people are not going to believe you. But if you say that there are four hundred and twenty-five elephants flying in the sky, people will probably believe you.” — Gabriel García Márquez, Art of Fiction, No 69, The Paris Review
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“It always amuses me that the biggest praise for my work comes for the imagination, while the truth is that there’s not a single line in all my work that does not have a basis in reality. The problem is that Caribbean reality resembles the wildest imagination.” — Gabriel García Márquez, Art of Fiction, No 69, The Paris Review (Winter 1981)
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