Quotes
Quotes about Pen
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
We spend our years as a tale that is told.
The talk of the lips tendeth only to penury.
Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup;... at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Open rebuke is better than secret love.
Iron sharpeneth iron; so a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
One event happeneth to them all.
Written with a pen of iron, and with the point of a diamond.
Unto you is paradise opened.
Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.
Be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves.
The law is open.
Recompense to no man evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of all men.
But what happens when you die?â âYouâre finished withâ, Enderby said promptly. âDone for. And even if you werenât â well, you die then, gasp your last, then youâre sort of wandering, free of body. You wander around and then you come in contact with a sort of big thing. What is this big thing? God, if you like.â
I will not force apart the jaws of heaven for my precocious entering. Heaven may open in its own good time without my prompting.
Joyce composes verbal melodies which seem to subsist independently of the things described
Life is for you. My portrait is of an empty cup, a melon-rind, a crushed yoghourt carton, a stamped-out Schimmelpennick.
Spending half an hour or an hour, or two hours, on a piece of narrative fiction gives us the same kind of holistic, the same kind of total effect, the effect of being absorbed in an artistic experience without interruption that we get from listening to a piece of music
A professor can spend his life unknotting the problems that Joyce probably sardonically knotted for the professor's benefit
The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch
Perhaps every dystopian vision is a figure of the present, with certain features sharpened and exaggerated to a point of moral and a warning
Only the amateur - carpenter or novelist - has all the time in the world; the professional sometimes has to hurry
Novels are created by men and women who put bottom to chair and pen to paper
There are two good reasons for writing much, if one can. The first is the need to earn; the second is the fear of an untimely death, which will prevent the half-formed books in one's mind from being realized. We know not the day nor the hour. I may be killed in a train accident when taking this present book to my publisher in London. You can see whether or not this happened by reading the blurb on the dust jacket
Useless to hope to hold off the unavoidable happening with that frail barricade of week, day or hour which melts as it is made, for time himself will bring you in his high-powered car, rushing to it, whether you will or not
