The least stupid question a man asks in his lifetime is not: Is there a God and is He a god or a devil? But: Brother, why are you killing me? — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
An intelligent man or woman willing to make a career of reviewing fiction is hard to come by ... And the temporaries do the work cheaply. Moreover, continuity may be got at the expense of intellectual arthritis; a reviewer who… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Only one person in a thousand knows the trick of really living in the present. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Inevitably, the flood of literary pornography loosed on us is dulling our reactions of surprise or shock. Its writers are forced to raise the… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Think of all the really successful men and women you know. Do you know a single one who didn't learn very young the trick… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
No form of art repeats or imitates successfully all that can be said by another; the writer conveys his experience of life along a… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
For what I have received may the Lord make me truly thankful. And more truly for what I have not received. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
All writers who can claim to be called 'living' must be political in a sense. They must have what the Quakers call a concern… — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Nationalism will keep its venom until we succeed in creating an image of the nations of the whole world as so many provinces. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Lord, if there is a heartache Vienna cannot cure I hope never to feel it. I came home cured of everything except Vienna. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
Language is one of the thin walls humanity has built up over centuries against its own bestial and destructive impulses. — Storm Jameson Copy Share Image
