Success in war was the only success that counted; failure was a disgrace to be wiped out only by starting another war and winning it. Barbara Holland More Quotes by Barbara Holland More Quotes From Barbara Holland Hospitality, or flinging wide the door to friends and wayfarers alike, was once important, back in a world without motels or safety nets, where a friend might find his castle burnt down or a wayfarer find bandits on his trail. Barbara Holland safetyimportantdoors Sometimes, with luck, we find the kind of true friend, male or female, that appears only two or three times in a lucky lifetime, one that will winter us and summer us, grieve, rejoice, and travel with us. Barbara Holland true-friendsummerfriendship Exercise, to qualify at all, must be lonely, painfu, humorless, and boring. Barbara Holland lonelyexercisefitness Poets and songwriters speak highly of spring as one of the great joys of life in the temperate zone, but in the real world most of spring is disappointing. We looked forward to it too long, and the spring we had in mind in February was warmer and dryer than the actual spring when it finally arrives. We'd expected it to be a whole season, like winter, instead of a handful of separate moments and single afternoons. Barbara Holland realwinterspring Perhaps it's a good time to reconsider pleasure at its roots. Changing out of wet shoes and socks, for instance. Barbara Holland good-timesshoesroots I was getting sick and tired of being lectured by dear friends with their little bottles of water and their regular visits to the gym. All of a sudden, we've got this voluntary prohibition that has to do with health and fitness. I'm not really in favor of health and fitness. Barbara Holland tiredsickwater A catless writer is almost inconceivable. Barbara Holland There is no 'cat language.' Painful as it is for us to admit, they don't need one! Barbara Holland communicationlanguageneeds Visiting is a pleasure; being visited is usually a mixed or ambivalent joy. ... The visitor can always go home; the visitee is already home, trapped like a rat in a drainpipe. Barbara Holland ratshomejoy In civilized places idleness, once the prerequisite for abstract thought, poetry, religion, philosophy, and falling in love, has become a character flaw. In America we've managed to stamp it out almost completely, and few people under forty can remember a single moment of it, even in earliest childhood. The phrase 'spare time' has vanished from the land. Barbara Holland single-momfalling-in-lovephilosophy A good-looking piece of scenery anywhere delights the eye and elevates the spirits. Some of us, crude creatures that we are, are merely excited; finer souls draw ethical and spiritual nutrients from the sight. Barbara Holland eyespiritualsight In America, snobs who wouldn't be seen dead with a lottery ticket play the stock market. We like to gamble. Winning, we have closed our eyes, leapt across the yawning abyss, and landed knee-deep in daisies. Even losing has a certain gloomy glamour: the gods of chance are worthy opponents; we have engaged them in hand-to-hand combat and though we lost, at least we shrank not from the contest. Barbara Holland yawningeyewinning We're a shifty, sliding population. ... What we refer to as 'home' may be a place we haven't seen in years; a place where there's no one left who knows our name. Barbara Holland nameshomeyears Coaches and headmasters praise sport as a preparation for the great game of life, but this is absurd. Nothing could be more different from life. For one thing sports, unlike life, are played according to rules. Indeed, the rules are the sport: life may behave bizarrely and still be life, but if the runner circles the bases clockwise it's no longer baseball. Barbara Holland baseballgamessports No doubt about it, solitude is improved by being voluntary. Barbara Holland no-doubtsolitudedoubt Napping is too luxurious, too sybaritic, too unproductive, and it's free; pleasures for which we don't pay make us anxious. Besides, it seems to be a natural inclination. ... Fighting off natural inclinations is a major Puritan virtue, and nothing that feels that good can be respectable. Barbara Holland fightingsleeppay Once considered an art form that called for talent, or at least a craft that called for practice, a poem now needs only sincerity. Everyone, we're assured, is a poet. Writing poetry is good for us. It expresses our inmost feelings, which is wholesome. Reading other people's poems is pointless since those aren't our own inmost feelings. Barbara Holland readingwritingart Sophistication called for a variety of talents and attitudes, but the minimum requirement was being in New York. Not all New Yorkers achieved it, but nobody elsewhere had a prayer. Barbara Holland new-yorkprayerattitude New York was where we wanted to live when we were finally grown up, and drink martinis and stay out past bedtime. Barbara Holland bedtimenew-yorkpast A catless writer is almost inconceivable. It's a perverse taste, really, since it would be easier to write with a herd of buffalo in the room than even one cat; they make nests in the notes and bite the end of the pen and walk on the typewriter keys. Barbara Holland catwritinganimal
