I have come to the belief that there is not merely an accidental relationship between bad writing and routine sociological research, but… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
The private and serious drama of guilt is not often a useful one for fiction today and its disappearance, following perhaps the… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
Books give not wisdom where none was before. But where some is, there reading makes it more. — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
It's one of the things writing students don't understand. They write a first draft and are quite disappointed, or often should be… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
Writing is not "the establishment of a professional reputation" as if one were a doctor or lawyer; it is not properly in… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
“Leonard Woolf’s endurance of Virginia’s famous frigidity is, we must suppose after the fact, altogether to his credit. Their honeymoon did not bring the… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
“The Brontë sisters have a renewed hold upon our imagination. They were gifted, well-educated, especially self-educated, and desperate. Their seriousness and poverty separated them… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
Biographers, the quick in pursuit of the dead, research, organize, fill in, contradict, and make in this way a sort of completed picture puzzle… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
Adversity is a great teacher, but this teacher makes us pay dearly for its instruction; and often the profit we derive, is not worth… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
I have come to the belief that there is not merely an accidental relationship between bad writing and routine sociological research, but a wonderfully… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
“The large, gaping flaws in the construction of the stories--mad wives in the attic, strange apparitions in Belgium--are a representation of the life she… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
History ... with its long, leisurely, gentlemanly labors, the books arriving by post, the cards to be kept and filed, the sections to be… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
Sex, without society as its landscape, has never been of much interest to fiction. — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
“The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
Houses of evil similarity appeared like rows of disciplined, humiliated orphans. — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
Gertrude Stein, all courage and will, is a soldier of minimalism. Her work, unlike the resonating silences in the art of Samuel Beckett, embodies… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
“In those years I did not care to enjoy sex, only to have it. That is what seeing Alex again on Fifth Avenue brought… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
The private and serious drama of guilt is not often a useful one for fiction today and its disappearance, following perhaps the disappearance from… — Elizabeth Hardwick Copy Share Image
