Books are in no hurry. An act of creation is in no hurry; it reads us, it privileges us infinitely. — George Steiner Copy Share Image
The intellectual is, quite simply, a human being who has a pencil in his or her hand when reading a book. — George Steiner Copy Share Image
We know that a man can read Goethe or Rilke in the evening, that he can play Bach and Schubert, and go… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Literature and the arts are also criticism in a more particular and practical sense. They embody an expository reflection on, a value… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Books are in no hurry. An act of creation is in no hurry; it reads us, it privileges us infinitely. The notion… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
The private reader of listener can become an executant of felt meaning when he learns the poem or the musical passage by… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
The critic lives at second hand. He writes about. The poem, the novel, or the play must be given to him; criticism… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
To a degree which is difficult to determine, the esoteric impulse in twentieth-century music, literature and the arts reflects calculation. It looks… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
I believe that a work of art, like metaphors in language, can ask the most serious, difficult questions in a way which… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
What worthwhile book after the Pentateuch has been written by a committee? — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Books - the best antidote against the marsh-gas of boredom and vacuity — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Women began their inner emancipation by their access to literature, by access to the world through books; an access they could not… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
All serious art, music, literature is a critical act. It is so, firstly, in the sense of Matthew Arnold's phrase: "a criticism… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
He who has read Kafka's Metamorphosis and can look into his mirror unflinching may technically be able to read print, but is… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
He is no true reader who has not experienced the reproachful fascination of the great shelves of unread books, of the libraries… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
“But there is a third mode of trancendence: in it language simply ceases, and the motion of spirit gives no further outward manifestation of… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Words that are saturated with lies or atrocity, do not easily resume life. — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Every one of my opponents, every one of my critics, will tell you that I am a generalist spread far too thin in an… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
The very opposite of freedom is cliche, and nothing is less free, more inert with convention and hollow brutality, than a row of four-letter… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Books are in no hurry. An act of creation is in no hurry; it reads us, it privileges us infinitely. The notion that it… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
To starve a child of the spell of the story, of the canter of the poem, oral or written, is a kind of living… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
I have every reason to believe that an individual man or woman fluent in several tongues seduces, possesses, remembers differently according to his or… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
I believe that a work of art, like metaphors in language, can ask the most serious, difficult questions in a way which really makes… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
To a degree which is difficult to determine, the esoteric impulse in twentieth-century music, literature and the arts reflects calculation. It looks to the… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
Books are in no hurry. An act of creation is in no hurry; it reads us, it privileges us infinitely. — George Steiner Copy Share Image
“The inception of human consciousness, the genesis of awareness, must have entailed prolonged 'condensations' around intractable nodes of wonder and terror, at the discriminations… — George Steiner Copy Share Image
The immense majority of human biographies are a gray transit between domestic spasm and oblivion. — George Steiner Copy Share Image
