Hortense Calisher quotes:

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  • But memory, after a time, dispenses its own emphasis, making a feuilleton of what we once thought most ponderable, laying its wreath on what we never thought to recall.

  • The words! I collected them in all shapes and sizes and hung them like bangles in my mind.

  • Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.

  • Sociology, the guilty science, functions best by alarm.

  • Diplomacy is what is practiced after-the-fact. Never be too right too soon -- as any smart Uncle will tell you. The man who guesses what will happen will be blamed for it. No one will believe he has merely guessed.

  • When anything gets freed, a zest goes round the world.

  • perhaps there's no sharper spur to meditation than answered prayer.

  • Agony without genius was gaucherie.

  • Balance is compromise. Of the muscles.

  • Decades go faster toward the end of a century.

  • I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.

  • In a family, the same spoken lines come in over and over. Intimacy exhausts.

  • It took most people a lifetime to join the human race.

  • 'Ms.' is a syllable which sounds like a bumble bee is breaking wind.

  • Speech isn't for agony.

  • The standard dreaming of a society has to be listened to.

  • Women can't travel light. We're in charge of the basic facts.

  • The young show the genetic process, the old merely die of it.

  • This is my answer to the gap between ideas and action - I will write it out.

  • A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.

  • But the trek that starts with the feet always rises in time to the head. There had never been any of mankind's that didn't.

  • Every art is a church without communicants, presided over by a parish of the respectable. An artist is born kneeling; he fights to stand. A critic, by nature of the judgment seat, is born sitting.

  • First publication is a pure, carnal leap into that dark which one dreams is life.

  • How clerks love refusing. It salves them for being clerks.

  • I always say that one's poetry is a solace to oneself and a nuisance to one's friends.

  • I don't suppose there's really any critic except posterity.

  • if you listen too hard to the technology, your ear goes deaf to its implications.

  • It has always seemed to me that if you could talk about your work in fully-formed phrases, you wouldn't write it. The writing is the statement, you see, and it seems to me that the poem or the story or the novel you write is the kind of metaphor you cast on life.

  • The novel is rescued life.

  • What I have written-and how I came to write it-is most powerfully what I am.

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