Christopher Isherwood
Christopher Isherwood
Christopher William Bradshaw Isherwoodwas an English novelist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 August 1904
CountryUnited States of America
morning lying home
Waking up begins with saying am and now. That which has awoken then lies for a while staring up at the ceiling and down into itself until it has recognized I, and therefrom deduced I am, I am now. Here comes next, and is at least negatively reassuring; because here, this morning, is where it has expected to find itself: what’s called at home.
causes horror terror
Horror is always aware of its cause; terror never is. That is precisely what makes terror terrifying.
writing people should
One should never write down or up to people, but out of yourself.
spiritual law progress
By helping yourself, you are helping humankind. By helping humankind, you are helping yourself. That's the law of all spiritual progress.
kissing long trying
As they embrace, she kisses him full on the mouth. And suddenly sticks her tongue right in. She has done this before, often. It’s one of those drunken long shots which just might, at least theoretically, once in ten thousand tries, throw a relationship right out of its orbit and send it whizzing off on another. Do women ever stop trying? No. But, because they never stop, they learn to be good losers.
deep-water light tissues
For a few minutes, maybe, life lingers in the tissues of some outlying regions of the body. Then, one by one, the lights go out and there is total blackness. And if some part of the non-entity we called George has indeed been absent at this moment of terminal shock, away out there on the deep water, then it will return to find itself homeless.
delight hooked addict
She is sighing deeply now with sympathy and delight - the delight of an addict when someone else admits he's hooked, too.
kenny knows
You see, Kenny, there are some things you don't even know you know, until you're asked.
hate causes
No one ever hates without a cause....
morning differences giving
What’s so phony nowadays is all this familiarity. Pretending there isn’t any difference between people —well, like you were saying about minorities, this morning. If you and I are no different, what do we have to give each other? How can we ever be friends?
roulette telephones
The Quito telephone service is about as reliable as roulette.
fighting honor trying
I must honor those who fight of their own free will, he said to himself. And I must try to imitate their courage by following my path as a pacifist, wherever it takes me.
way militant knows
I'm very militant, you know, in a quite way.
sea lovers
The sea only drowns its lovers.