V. S. Pritchett Quotes

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How extraordinary it is that one feels most guilt about the sins one is unable to commit.

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Well, youth is the period of assumed personalities and disguises. It is the time of the sincerely insincere.

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Life — how curious is that habit that makes us think it is not here, but elsewhere.

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The detective novel is the art-for-art's-sake of our yawning Philistinism, the classic example of a specialized form of art removed from contact with the life it pretends to build on.

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It is the role of the poet to look at what is happening in the world and to know that quite other things are happening.

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Great artists are always far-seeing. They easily avoid the big stumbling blocks of fact. They rely on their own simplicity and vision. It is fact-fetichism that has given us those scores and scores of American books on America, the works of sociologists, anthropologists, topical "problem" hunters, working-parties and statisticians, which in the end leave us empty. Henry James succeeds because he rejects information. He was himself the only information he required.

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Absolute Evil is not the kingdom of hell. The inhabitants of hell are ourselves, i. e., those who pay our painful, embarrassing, humanistic duties to society and who are compromised by our intellectually dubious commitment to virtue, which can be defined by the perpetual smear-word of French polemic: the bourgeois. (Bourgeois equals humanist.) This word has long been anathema in France where categories are part of the ruling notion of logique. The word cannot be readily matched in England or America.

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There is more magic in sin if it is not committed.

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Our laughter is only a note or two short of a scream of fear.

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We do not wish to be better than we are, but more fully what we are.

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We are used to the actions of human beings, not to their stillness.

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I felt the beginning of a passion, hopeless in the long run, but very nourishing, for identifying myself with people who were not my own, and whose lives were governed by ideas alien to mine.

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It is often said that in Ireland there is an excess of genius unsustained by talent; but there is talent in the tongues.

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A touch of science, even bogus science, gives an edge to the superstitious tale.

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The businessman who is a novelist is able to drop in on literature and feel no suicidal loss of esteem if the lady is not at home, and he can spend his life preparing without fuss for the awful interview.

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The difference between farce and humour in literature is, I suppose, that farce strums louder and louder on one string, while humour varies its note, changes its key, grows and spreads and deepens until it may indeed reach tragic depths.

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I am under the spell of language, which has ruled me since I was 10.

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The mark of genius is an incessant activity of mind. Genius is a spiritual greed.

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Among the masked dandies of Edwardian comedy, Max Beerbohm is the most happily armored by a deep and almost innocent love of himself as a work of art.

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It is exciting and emancipating to believe we are one of nature's latest experiments, but what if the experiment is unsuccessful?

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It is less the business of the novelist to tell us what happened than to show how it happened.

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The principle of procrastinated rape is said to be the ruling one in all the great best-sellers.

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The nineteenth century will colonize; so, in its fantasies, did the nineteenth century soul. When Emma [Bovary] turns spendthrift and buys curtains, carpets and hangings from the draper, the information takes on something from the theme of the novel itself: the material is a symbol of the exotic, and the exotic feeds the Romantic appetite. It will lead to satiety, bankruptcy and eventually to nihilism and the final drive towards death and nothingness.

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The peculiar foreign superstition that the English do not like love, the evidence being that they do not talk about it.

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I found people were telling stories to themselves without knowing it. It seemed to me that people were living a sort of small sermon that they believed in, but at the same time it was a fairy tale. Selfish desires, along with one or two highly suspect elevated thoughts. They secretly regard themselves as works of art, valuable in themselves.

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