Saul Bellow

Saul Bellow
Saul Bellowwas a Canadian-American writer. For his literary work, Bellow was awarded the Pulitzer Prize, the Nobel Prize for Literature, and the National Medal of Arts. He is the only writer to win the National Book Award for Fiction three times and he received the National Book Foundation's lifetime Medal for Distinguished Contribution to American Letters in 1990...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth10 June 1915
CityLachine, Canada
CountryUnited States of America
There is something terribly nervous-making about a modern existence. For one thing, it's all the thinking we have to do and all the judgments we have to make. It's the price of freedom: make the judgments, make the mental calls,
A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.
Whoever wants to reach a distant goal must take small steps.
I'm glad I haven't lived in vain.
People don't realize how much they are in the grip of ideas. We live among ideas much more than we live in nature.
You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.
With one long breath, caught and held in his chest, he fought his sadness over his solitary life. Don't cry, you idiot! Live or die, but don't poison everything...
We mustn't forget how quickly the visions of genius become the canned goods of intellectuals.
In an age of enormities, the emotions are naturally weakened. We are continually called upon to have feelings - about genocide, for instance, or about famine or the blowing up of passenger planes - and we are all aware that we are incapable of reacting appropriately. A guilty consciousness of emotional inadequacy or impotence makes people doubt their own human weight.
Our society, like decadent Rome, has turned into an amusement society, with writers chief among the court jesters
Unfortunately for the betterment of mankind it is not always the fair-minded who are in the right.
It would not be practical for her to hate herself. Luckily, God sends a substitute, a husband.
Erotic practices have become diversified. Sex used to be a single-crop farming, like cotton or wheat; now people raise all kinds of things.
There is much to be said for exotic marriages. If your husband is a bore, it takes years longer to discover.