William Saroyan Quotes

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In the time of your life, live—so that in that good time there shall be no ugliness or death for yourself or for any life your life touches.

William Saroyan
The greatest happiness you can have is knowing that you do not necessarily require happiness.

William Saroyan
Good people are good because they've come to wisdom through failure. We get very little wisdom from success, you know. Success makes a fool of you, but failure can come only from great effort. One who doesn't try cannot fail and become wise.

William Saroyan
I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me.

William Saroyan
Jim Dandy waves his stick over and around about the rock in a meaningless-meaningful way.

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Somewhere among every man's ancestors is a prince or a lord, a priest or a saint, and don't forget it. Wake up! Inherit the wealth of your ancestors!.. Stop living like a mouse, live like the rich people do.

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She cried a little, but only inside, because long ago she had decided she didn't like crying because if you ever started to cry it seemed as if there was so much to cry about you almost couldn't stop, and she didn't like that at all.

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I believe there are ways whose ends are life instead of death.

William Saroyan
The writer is a spiritual anarchist, as in the depth of his soul every man is. He is discontented with everything and everybody. The writer is everybody's best friend and only true enemy — the good and great enemy. He neither walks with the multitude nor cheers with them. The writer who is a writer is a rebel who never stops.

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Then swiftly, neatly, with the grace of the young man on the trapeze, he was gone from his body.
For an eternal moment he was still all things at once: the bird, the fish, the rodent, the reptile, and man. An ocean of print undulated endlessly and darkly before him. The city burned. The herded crowd rioted. The earth circled away, and knowing that he did so, he turned his lost face to the empty sky and became dreamless, unalive, perfect.

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I loved the theaters, and even though I was hungry, I never spent money for food.

William Saroyan
Go ahead. Fire your feeble guns. You won't kill anything. There will always be poets in the world.

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Merely to survive is to keep the hope greatness, accuracy, and the grace alive.

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A writer wants what he has to say to be heard again and again. He wants it to be heard after he is dead.

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Poetry must be read to be poetry. It may be that one reader is all that I deserve. If this is so, I want that reader to be you.

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The business of polishing my shoes satisfies my soul.

William Saroyan
There was a touch of anxiety in the whole human race about its future.

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Everybody has to die, but I always believed an exception would be made in my case. Now what?

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Cowards are nice, they're interesting, they're gentle, they wouldn't think of shooting down people in a parade from a tower. They want to live, so they can see their kids. They're very brave.

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It is impossible not to notice that our world is tormented by failure, hate, guilt, and fear.

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One day, back there in the good old days when I was nine and the world was full of every kind of magnificence, and life was still a delightful and mysterious dream, my cousin Mourad, who was considered crazy by everybody who knew him except me, came to my house at four in the morning and woke me up by tapping on the window of my room.
"Aram," he said.
I jumped out of bed and looked out the window.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
It wasn't morning yet, but it was summer and with daybreak not many minutes around the corner of the world it was light enough for me to know I wasn't dreaming.
My cousin Mourad was sitting on a beautiful white horse.

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My birthplace was California, but I couldn't forget Armenia, so what is one's country? Is it land of the earth, in a specific place? Rivers there? Lakes? The sky there? The way the moon comes up there? And the sun? Is one's country the trees, the vineyards, the grass, the birds, the rocks, the hills and summer and winter? Is it the animal rhythm of the living there? The huts and houses, the streets of cities, the tables and chairs, and the drinking of tea and talking? Is it the peach ripening in summer heat on the bough? Is it the dead in the earth there?

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What I intended to do was to burn a half dozen of my books and keep warm, so that I could write my story, but when I looked around for titles to burn, I couldn't find any.

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The boy on the Oakland porch goes to sleep upon the universe of ice and wakes up and remembers the death of his father and mother, and sees the sun.

William Saroyan
I don't think my writing is sentimental, although it is a very sentimental thing to be a human being.

William Saroyan