Everyone tries to create a world he can live in, and what he can't use he often can't see. But the real… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
In here, the human bosom -- mine, yours, everybody's -- there isn't just one soul. There's a lot of souls. But there… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
I am something of a crank about sleep, for if I get seven and a quarter hours instead of eight I feel… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
You're all alone when you're a writer. Sometimes you just feel you need a humanity bath. Even a ride on the subway… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos. A stillness which characterizes… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
Also, he was smoking a cigar, and when a man is smoking a cigar, wearing a hat, he has an advantage; it… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
... a fellow can't predict what he will pick up in the form of influence. — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
I have begun in old age to understand just how oddly we are all put together. We are so proud of our autonomy that… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
“On Broadway it was still bright afternoon and the gassy air was almost motionless under the leaden spokes of sunlight, and sawdust footprints lay… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
There are evils that have the ability to survive identification and go on for ever... money, for instance, or war. — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
Myself is thus and so, and will continue thus and so. And why fight it? My balance comes from instability. — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
The late philosopher Morris R. Cohen of CCNY was asked by a student in the metaphysics course, Professor Cohen, how do I know that… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
“But now the emphasis has shifted to making it. People have surrendered their personal moral objectives to government or schools or psychologists. It’s a… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
There's a kind of emptiness at the center of life ... nothing to form your life on, or by. — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
