Each man has his own batch of poems. by Saul Bellow

Each man has his own batch of poems.

Saul Bellow

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Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other... by Saul Bellow

Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.

vacuums kindness men

There is only one way to defeat the enemy, and that is to write as well as one can. The best argument is an undeniably good book.

sunset writing book

It's usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.

selfish heart people

But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

fate character men

There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war.

evil goes-on war

There is an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.

longing who-we-are life-is

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own h... by Saul Bellow

She was what we used to call a suicide blonde - dyed by her own hand.

girl sarcastic funny

We are all such accidents. We do not make up history and culture. We simply appear, not by our own choice. We make what we can of our condition with the means available. We must accept the mixture as we find it - the impurity of it, the tragedy of it, the hope of it.

choices tragedy mean

The main reason for rewriting is not to achieve a smooth surface, but to discover the inner truth of your characters.

rewriting reason character

I've discovered that rejections are not altogether a bad thing. They teach a writer to rely on his own judgment and to say in his heart of hearts, 'To hell with you.'

heart writing love

Writers are greatly respected. The intelligent public is wonderfully patient with them, continues to read them, and endures disappointment after disappointment, waiting to hear from art what it does not hear from theology, philosophy, social theory, and what it cannot hear from pure science. Out of the struggle at the center has come an immense, painful longing for a broader, more flexible, fuller, more coherent, more comprehensive account of what we human beings are, who we are and what this life is for.

disappointment philosophy art

A man should be able to hear, and to bear, the worst that could b... by Saul Bellow

A man should be able to hear, and to bear, the worst that could be said of him.

real-men able bears

When the striving ceases, there is life waiting as a gift. by Saul Bellow

When the striving ceases, there is life waiting as a gift.

cease strive waiting

Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anythin... by Saul Bellow

Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything

mirrors dark needs

He believed that he must, that he could and would recover the good things, the happy things, the easy tranquil things of life. He had made mistakes, but he could overlook these. He had been a fool, but that could be forgiven. The time wasted--must be relinquished. What else could one do about it? Things were too complex, but they might be reduced to simplicity again. Recovery was possible.

recovery simplicity mistake

One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away. by Saul Bellow

One thought-murder a day keeps the psychiatrist away.

psychiatrist existentialism murder

"What do women want?" "They eat green salad and drink human blood... by Saul Bellow

"What do women want?" "They eat green salad and drink human blood."

green want blood

For the first time in history, the human species as a whole has gone into politics. Everyone is in the act, and there is no telling what may come of it.

gone may firsts

The stillness in art characterizes prayer, and the eye of the sto... by Saul Bellow

The stillness in art characterizes prayer, and the eye of the storm.

It's goodbye to reality when love sets in. by Saul Bellow

It's goodbye to reality when love sets in.

goodbye reality