The 18+ Lawrence Clark Powell Quotes

[a Writer] Must Try To Think Clearly, To Feel Deeply, To Write Honestly. If He Is Fortunate He Will Make A Living, But His Work Will Never Be Anymore Essentially Clear And Deep And Honest Than He Himself Is, And He Will Be Judged Finally Not For How Many Copies His Books Have Sold, But For What They Have Done To Enrich The Lives Of Their Readers, Now And In Time To Come.

What Makes A Book Great, A So-called Classic, It Its Quality Of Always Being Modern, Of Its Author, Though He Be Long Dead, Continuing To Speak To Each New Generation.

I Can Speak Of My Own Criterion For Judging Whether Or Not A Book Is Good Or Bad. I Ask Of It A Single Question, From How Deep And True An Impulse Did It Spring? Was It Written Merely To Shock? Only To Make Money? Or Was It Written To Create Something More Perfect And More Lasting Than The Life Experience From Which It Came?

This Is The Gift All Writers Seek-to Write Language That Incandesces Yet Does Not Melt.

We All Think Were Going To Be Great And We Feel A Little Bit Robbed When Our Expectation Aren't Met, But Sometimes Our Expectations Sell Us Short. Sometimes The Expected Simply Pales In Comparison To The Write To Be Understood, Speak To Be Heard, Read To Grow.

I Have Always Been Reconciled To The Fact That I Was Born A Bibliomaniac, Never Have I Sought A Cure, And My Dearest Friends Have Been Drawn From Those Likewise Suffering From Book Madness.

Unless Their Use By Readers Bring Them To Life, Books Are Indeed Dead Things.

Books Are Islands In The Ocean Of Time. They Are Also Oases In The Deserts Of Time.

Reading Books Is Good, Rereading Good Books Is Better.

A Book Is One Of The Most Patient Of All Man's Inventions. Centuries Mean Nothing To A Well-made Book. It Awaits Its Destined Reader, Come When He May, With Eager Hand And Seeing Eye. Then Occurs One Of The Great Examples Of Union, That Of A Man With A Book, Pleasurable, Sometimes Fruitful, Potentially World-changing, Simple; And In A Library...witho Ut Cost To The Reader.

Books, Books, Books In All Their Aspects, In Form And Spirit, Their Physical Selves And What Reading Releases From Their Hieroglyphic Pages, In Their Sight And Smell, In Their Touch And Feel To The Questing Hand, And In The Intellectual Music Which They Sing To The Thoughtful Brain And Loving Heart, Books Are To Me The Best Of All Symbols, The Realest Of All Reality.

Books Themselves Need No Defense. Their Spokesmen Come And Go, Their Readers Live And Die, They Remain Constant.