Saul Bellow
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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
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.
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...
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.
Erotic practices have become diversified. Sex used to be a single-crop farming, like cotton or wheat; now people raise all kinds of things.
Associate with the noblest people you can find; read the best books; live with the mighty; but learn to be happy alone.
Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces -- down to the last glassy splinter.
Goodness is achieved not in a vacuum, but in the company of other men, attended by love.
When we ask for advice, we are usually looking for an accomplice.
(Socrates) said there were only two possibilities. Either the soul is immortal or, after death, things would be again as blank as they were before we were born.
A novel is balanced between a few true impressions and the multitude of false ones that make up most of what we call life.
Death is the dark backing a mirror needs if we are to see anything