With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot!… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
Towards the end of your life you have something like a pain schedule to fill out—a long schedule like a federal document,… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
I blame myself for not often enough seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary. Somewhere in his journals, Dostoyevky remarks that a writer… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
I labor, I spend, I strive, I design, I love, I cling, I uphold, I give way, I envy, I long, I… — Saul Bellow Copy Share Image
A writer is in the broadest sense a spokesman of his community. Through him that community comes to know its heart. Without… — 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
