In a sense, the first (if not necessarily the prime) function of a novelist, of ANY artist, is to entertain. If the… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
“O I'm so afraid that it's true about to travel hopefully being better than to arrive. It might be all in the quest, all… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
“Sentimentalist” is the abuse with which people counter the accusation that they are cruel, thereby implying that to be sentimental is worse than to… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
Whenever people say, 'We mustn't be sentimental,' you can take it they are about to do something cruel. And if they add, 'We must… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
To us it seems incredible that the Greek philosophers should have scanned so deeply into right and wrong and yet never noticed the immorality… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
To my mind, the two most fascinating subjects in the universe are sex and the eighteenth century. — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
The fact that there are bigger injustices and wrongs doesn't make it right to sacrifice an innocent monkey. It doesn't alter the case at… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
I refuse absolutely to consign the whole male sex to the nursery. ... I obdurately insist on believing that some men are my equals. — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
By the age of three ... I was already an addicted reader. I still crave daily immersion in experience other than my own; (it… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
The popular distinction between 'constructive' and 'destructive' criticism is a sentimentality: the mind too weak to perceive in what respects the bad fails is… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
In a sense, the first (if not necessarily the prime) function of a novelist, of ANY artist, is to entertain. If the poem, painting,… — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
The thriller is the cardinal twentieth-century form. All it, like the twentieth century, wants to know is: Who's Guilty? — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
A medical profession founded on callousness to the pain of the other animals may eventually destroy its own sensibility to the pain of humans. — Brigid Brophy Copy Share Image
