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„Und jetzt, wo du nicht perfekt sein musst, kannst du gut sein.“

„Es scheint mir, wenn Sie oder ich zwischen zwei Denk- oder Handlungsweisen wählen müssen, sollten wir uns an unser Sterben erinnern und versuchen, so zu leben, dass unser Tod der Welt kein Vergnügen bereitet.“

„Jeder Krieg ist ein Symptom für das Versagen des Menschen als denkendes Tier.“

„Es ist so viel dunkler, wenn ein Licht ausgeht, als es gewesen wäre, wenn es nie geschienen hätte.“

„Alles, was nur Geld kostet, ist billig.“

„Manchmal möchte ein Mann dumm sein, wenn es ihm erlaubt, etwas zu tun, was seine Klugheit verbietet.“

„Ein Mann, der so schmerzhaft verliebt ist, ist zu unglaublichen Selbstquälereien fähig.“

„Ein Mann braucht ein Weib, mit dem er sich herumschlagen kann. Dann hat ein Mann so verflucht viel damit zu tun, sich zu verteidigen, dass er keine Zeit für Selbstvorwürfe findet.“

„Mehr als die meisten Männer war sich Faulkners menschlicher Stärke und menschlicher Schwäche bewusst.“

„Männer tun alle dasselbe, wenn sie aufwachen.“

„Bücher helfen ei'm nich. Jeder Mensch braucht 'n andern - jemand, der in der Nähe is.' Weinerlich fuhr er fort: 'Ein Mensch geht kaputt, wenn er niemand hat. Macht keinen Unterschied, wer's is, wenn man nur jemand hat. Kann dir sagen', rief er erregt, 'man wird sonst zu einsam und wird elend.“

„Es gibt eine seltsame Dualität im Menschen, die zu einem ethischen Paradoxon führt.“

„Ich bin geboren verloren und keine Freude in gefunden wird.“

„Es ist eine schwierige Sache, ein tiefes Alltagsleben zu verlassen, selbst wenn man es hasst.“

„Ich schreibe fast immer so, wie ich fast immer atme.“

„Meine Fantasie wird mir eines Tages einen Reisepass in die Hölle bringen.“

„Wenn sich zwei Leute treffen, wird jeder durch den anderen verändert, so dass Sie zwei neue Leute bekommen. Vielleicht heißt das - verdammt, es ist kompliziert.“

„Auf dem Kopf hatte er einen Strohhut mit zwei Löchern in der Krempe, die vermuten ließen, dass der Hut ehemals die Kopfbedeckung eines Pferes gewesen war.“

„Es ist besser, sich mit zuverlässigen Feinden zu umgeben, als mit unzuverlässigen Freunden.“

„Es gibt keine Sünde und keine Tugend. Es gibt nur Sachen, die Leute machen.“

„Alle großen und kostbaren Dinge sind einsam.“

„Ideen sind wie Hasen. Du bekommst ein Paar und lernst, mit ihnen umzugehen, und bald hast du ein Dutzend.“

„Nicht die Macht verdirbt, sondern die Angst. Die Angst vor Machtverlust verdirbt diejenigen, die sie innehaben. Und die Angst vor der Geißel der Macht korrumpiert diejenigen, die von ihr beherrscht werden.“

„Ich vermute, dass es nie genug Bücher geben wird.“

„Und keine Frau lässt sich gern vom Mittelpunkt der Bühne verdrängen, schon gar nicht durch einen Tintenfisch.“

„Im bürgerlichen Leben wird man wegen Dingen bestraft, die man tut; die militärischen Regeln fügen aber ein neues Prinzip hinzu - man wird auch wegen Dingen bestraft, die man nicht tut.“

„Die Kunst des Ausruhens ist ein Teil der Kunst des Arbeitens.“

„Vielleicht hat jeder auf der ganzen verdammten Welt gegenseitige Angst.“

„Und die kleine schreiende Tatsache, die sich durch die ganze Geschichte zieht: Unterdrückung dient nur dazu, die Unterdrückten zu stärken und zu stärken.“

„Glück bringt bittere Freunde.“

„Ein Mann war so sauer auf mich, dass er seinen Brief beendete: Vorsicht. Du wirst niemals lebend von dieser Welt verschwinden.“

„Sind Katzen seltsame Tiere oder ähneln sie uns so sehr, dass wir sie neugierig finden wie Affen?“

„Du hast einen Gott. Machen Sie keinen Unterschied, wenn Sie nicht wissen, wie er aussieht.“

„Ich habe zu viele Typen mit Land im Kopf gesehen. Sie bekommen nie eines in die Hand.“

„In Wahrheit steckt mehr Schönheit, auch wenn es schreckliche Schönheit ist.“

„Tragen Sie stolz in Ihrem Schmerz? Lässt er Sie groß und tragisch erscheinen?…
Nun, denken Sie darüber nach. Vielleicht spielen Sie gerade eine Rolle auf einer großen Bühne, und sie selbst sind das Publikum.“

„Am Leben zu sein, heißt Narben tragen.“

„Eine traurige Seele kann dich schneller töten als ein Keim, viel schneller.“

“We are no better than the animals; in fact in a lot of ways we aren't as good.”

“One man was so mad at me that he ended his letter: “Beware. You will never get out of this world alive.””

“He doesn't belong to a race clever enough to split the atom but not clever enough to live at peace with itself.”

“Victor's unfortunate choice it was always to mis-see, to mis-hear, to misjudge. He read softness into her because of the softness of her voice, when she was only remembering. His was the self-centered chaos of childhood. All looks and thoughts, loves and hatreds, were directed at him. Softness was softness towards him, weakness was weakness in the face of his strength. He preheard answers and listened not. He was full-coloured and brilliant—all outside of him was pale.”

“She envied Camille. Camille was a tramp, Mildred thought. And things were so much easier for a tramp. There was no conscience, no sense of loss, nothing but a wonderful, relaxed, stretching-cat selfishness. She could go to bed with anyone she wanted to and never see him again and have no feeling of loss or insecurity about it. That was the way Mildred thought it was with Camille. She wished she could be that way, and she knew she couldn't. Couldn't because of her mother. And the unbidden thought entered her mind—if her mother were only dead Mildred's life would be so much simpler. She could have a secret little place to live somewhere. Almost fiercely, she brushed the thought away. "What a foul thing to think," she said to herself ceremoniously. But it was a dream she often had.”

“The President must be greater than anyone else, but not better than anyone else. We subject him and his family to close and constant scrutiny and denounce them for things that we ourselves do every day. A Presidential slip of the tongue, a slight error in judgment — social, political, or ethical — can raise a storm of protest. We give the President more work than a man can do, more responsibility than a man should take, more pressure than a man can bear. We abuse him often and rarely praise him. We wear him out, use him up, eat him up. And with all this, Americans have a love for the President that goes beyond loyalty or party nationality; he is ours, and we exercise the right to destroy him.”

“When you argue with a child," she said warmly, "you give a good argument and the child says yah, yah! You understand him and he doesn't listen, so the child wins.”

“What a wonderful thing a woman is. I can admire what they do even if I don't understand why.”

“It is a nice thing to be working and believing in my work again. I hope I can keep the drive. I only feel whole and well when it is this way.”

“He didn't believe in psychiatrists, he said. But actually he did believe in them, so much that he was afraid of them.”

“Good God, what a mess of draggle-tail impulses a man is — and a woman too, I guess.”

“There's something desirable about anything you're used to as opposed to something you're not.”

“His guard was up now and he wasn't listening; he was only angry because here was a world he could not enter and so he had to disbelieve in its existence. He fell back on the world he knew.”

“Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.”

“… we've got so many laws you can't breathe without breaking something.”

“Her body and her mind were sluggish and lazy, and deep down she fought a tired envy of the people who, so she thought, experienced good things while she went through life a gray cloud in a gray room. Having few actual perceptions, she lived by rules. Education is good. Self-control is necessary. Everything in its time and place. Travel is broadening. And it was this last axiom which had forced her finally on the vacation to Mexico.”

“For every man in the world functions to the best of his ability, and no one does less than his best, no matter what he may think about it.”

“I guess this is why I hate governments. It is always the rule, the fine print, carried out by the fine print men. There's nothing to fight, no wall to hammer with frustrated fists.”

“All hell has broken loose. I admit our Russian is limited, but we can say hello, come in, you are beautiful, oh no you don't. … So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda. Something has slipped badly.”

“Not only the brave get killed, but the brave have a better chance of it.”

“The mountains of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use. In this, if in no other way, we can see the wild and reckless exuberance of our production, and waste seems to be the index.”

“He brought his malformed wisdom, his pool-hall, locker-room, joke-book wisdom to the front.”

“This monster of a land, this mightiest of nations, this spawn of the future, turns out to be the macrocosm of microcosm me.”

“If I wanted to destroy a nation, I would give it too much and I would have it on its knees, miserable, greedy and sick.”

“A kind of second childhood falls on so many men. They trade their violence for the promise of a small increase of life span. In effect, the head of the house becomes the youngest child. And I have searched myself for this possibility with a kind of horror. For I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment. I did not want to surrender fierceness for a small gain in yardage. My wife married a man; I saw no reason why she should inherit a baby.”

“Mr. Pritchard was a businessman, president of a medium-sized corporation. He was never alone. His business was conducted by groups of men like himself who joined together in clubs so that no foreign element or idea could enter. His religious life was again his lodge and his church, both of which were screened and protected. One night a week he played poker with men so exactly like himself that the game was fairly even, and from this fact his group was convinced that they were very fine poker players. Wherever he went he was not one man but a unit in a corporation, a unit in a club, in a lodge, in a church, in a political party. His thoughts and ideas were never subjected to criticism since he willingly associated only with people like himself. He read a newspaper written by and for his group. The books that came into his house were chosen by a committee which deleted material that might irritate him. He hated foreign countries and foreigners because it was difficult to find his counterpart in them. He did not want to stand out from his group. He would like to have risen to the top of it and be admired by it; but it would not occur to him to leave it. At occasional stags where naked girls danced on the tables and sat in great glasses of wine, Mr. Pritchard howled with laughter and drank the wine, but five hundred Mr. Pritchards were there with him.”

“Such is the prestige of the Nobel award and of this place where I stand that I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of pride in my profession and in the great and good men who have practiced it through the ages.”

“Does anyone ever know even the outer fringe of another? What are you like in there? Mary — do you hear? Who are you in there?”

“The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.”