Nadine Gordimer Quotes

Any Writer Of Any Worth At All Hopes To Play Only A Pocket-torch Of Light - And Rarely, Through Genius, A Sudden Flambeau - Into The Bloody Yet Beautiful Labyrinth Of Human Experience, Of Being.

The Gap Between The Committed And The Indifferent Is A Sahara Whose Faint Trails, Followed By The Mind's Eye Only, Fade Out In Sand.

Rebirth. I Mean By This Simply What Happens When The Child Begins To Realise The Fact That The Black Does Not Enter Through The White’s Front Door Is Not In The Same Category As The Fact That The Dead Will Never Come Back.

I Don't Think I Am A Citizen Of The World; I Am Very Much A Citizen Of My Own Country. But My Own Country Is Closely Related To Other Parts Of The World And Influenced By What Happens There.

I Believe - I Know (there Are Not Many Things I Should Care To Dogmatize About, On The Subject Of Writing) That Writers Need Solitude, And Seek Alienation Of A Kind Every Day Of Their Working Lives. (and Remember, They Are Not Even Aware When And When Not They Are Working.) ... The Tension Between Standing Apart And Being Fully Involved; That Is What Makes A Writer.

September 2001. A Sunny Day In New York. Many Of Us Who Are Writers Were At Work On The Transformation Of Life Into A Poem, Story, A Chapter Of A Novel, When Terror Pounced From The Sky, And The World Made Witness To It.

The Country Of The Tourist Pamphlet Always Is Another Country, An Embarrassing Abstraction Of The Desirable That, Thank God, Does Not Exist On This Planet, Where There Are Always Ants And Bad Smells And Empty Coca-cola Bottles To Keep The Grubby Finger-print Of Reality Upon The Beautiful.

Humans, The Only Self-regarding Animals, Blessed Or Cursed With This Torturing Higher Faculty, Have Always Wanted To Know Why.

If One Will Always Have To Feel White First, And African Second, It Would Be Better Not To Stay On In Africa

And This Indifference Is Still Very Much Present In Modern South Africa. Just Listen To Nobel Prize Winner Nadine Gordimer - A Representative Of The British Elite In This Country: Afrikaner Women Are Lower Than Rats, Closer Related To Plants, Just Fit Enough To Be Raped In An Act Of Genus Preservation.

If You Live In Europe . . . Things Change . . . But Continuity Never Seems To Break. You Don't Have To Throw The Past Away.

If I Dreamt This, While Walking, Walking In The London Streets, The Subconscious Of Each And Every Other Life, Past And Present, Brushing Me In Passing, What Makes It Real? Writing It Down.