The novel moves like all the arts. It's transforming itself all the time. - Nathalie Sarraute

Same topic Authors

Quote of the day

While we were at rest, Christ was in rescue mode. While we were doing nothing, He was doing EVERYTHING. He was down in the depths of the earth fighting for our freedom.

Nathalie Sarraute

The novel moves like all the arts. It's transforming itself all the time.

Art, Moving, Novel, Arts, Moves, Time

Same Author Quotes

Women have seen that they have locked themselves up with feminist writing.

Feminist, Locked, Seen, Writing

We're swallowed up only when we are willing for it to happen.

Happen, Happens, Swallowed, Willing

Poetry is what makes the invisible appear.

Appear, Invisible, Poetry, Poetry Is

Le mot 'psychologie'est un de ceux qu'aucun auteur d'aujourd'hui ne peut entendre prononcer a' son sujet sans baisser les yeux et rougir. The word 'psychology' is one that no author today can hear said about her work without lowering her eyes and blushing.

Eye, Son, Psychology, Work, Hear

Those who live in a world of human beings can only retrace their steps.

Beings, Humans, Retrace, Steps, World

Similar Quotes

Michelle Alexander

The prison-industrial complex employs millions of people directly and indirectly. Judges, prosecutors, defense attorneys, prison guards, construction companies that build prisons, police, probation officers, court clerks, the list goes on and on. Many predominately white rural communities have come to believe that their local economies depend on prisons for jobs.

Believe, Companies, Complex, Jobs, Local, White

Louie Giglio

While we were at rest, Christ was in rescue mode. While we were doing nothing, He was doing EVERYTHING. He was down in the depths of the earth fighting for our freedom.

Depth, Earth, Fighting, Mode, Nothing

Lauren Bush

My friends and I are collecting prom dresses to give to girls who can't afford them for their proms.

Girl, Giving, Dresses, Collecting, Friends

Italo Calvino

Perhaps everything lies in knowing what words to speak, what actions to perform, and in what order and rhythm; or else someone's gaze, answer, gesture is enough; it is enough for someone to do something for the sheer pleasure of doing it, and for his pleasure to become the pleasure of others: at that moment, all spaces change, all heights, distances; the city is transfigured, becomes crystalline, transparent as a dragonfly.

Change, City, Distance, Knowing, Lying, Perhaps

Joss Whedon

War is not just the business of death, it is the antitheses of life.

Antitheses, Antithesis, Death, Life, War