Russell Hoban
Russell Hoban
Russell Conwell Hobanwas an American expatriate writer. His works span many genres, including fantasy, science fiction, mainstream fiction, magical realism, poetry, and children's books. He lived in London, England, from 1969 until his death...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 February 1925
CountryUnited States of America
matter things-that-matter make-sense
The things that matter don't necessarily make sense.
girl together
A family is everybody all together.
silly loss animal
Nothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if were put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
cigarette-smoke smoking killing
But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself.
conformity existence mines
Is there an existence that is only mine?
silly animal earth
It's almost as if we're put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
life-is process
Life is a process of one goneness after another.
mother singing thursday
Who is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger
heart sea perception
Fidelity is a matter of perception; nobody is unfaithful to the sea or to mountains or to death: once recognized they fill the heart.
reality doors stage
If reality had a stage door I'd hang around there to see what comes out after the show.
memories arrows way
Time's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing. . . Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.
generations my-generation
My generation was somewhat between things, neither free nor much supported by whatever held us in.
turtles soup green
The sign said 'The Green Turtle, Chelonia myadas, is the source of turtle soup....' I am the source of William G. soup if it comes to that. Everyone is the source of his or her kind of soup. In a town as big as London, that's a lot of soup walking around.
mother hurt father
There is a tiger in my room,' said Frances. 'Did he bite you?' said Father. 'No,' said Frances. 'Did he scratch you?' said Mother. 'No,' said Frances. 'Then he is a friendly tiger,' said Father. 'He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep.