Steven Millhauser

Steven Millhauser
Steven Millhauseris an American novelist and short story writer. He won the 1997 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction for his novel Martin Dressler. The prize brought many of his older books back into print...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 August 1943
CountryUnited States of America
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God pity the poor novelist.
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All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal.
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Stories, like conjuring tricks, are invented because history is inadequate for our dreams.
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That afternoon he told me that the difference between human beings and animals was that human beings were able to dream while awake. He said the purpose of books was to permit us to exercise that faculty. Art, he said, was a controlled madness… He said books weren't made of themes, which you could write essays about, but of images that inserted themselves into your brain and replaced what you were seeing with your eyes.
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In the long dusks of summer we walked the suburban streets through scents of maple and cut grass, waiting for something to happen.
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But what struck me was the book-madness of the place--books lay scattered across the unmade bed and the top of a battered-looking desk, books stood in knee-high piles on the floor, books were crammed sideways and right side up in a narrow bookcase that rose higher than my head and leaned dangerously from the wall, books sat in stacks on top of a dingy dresser. The closet door was propped open by a pile of books, and from beneath the bed a book stuck out beside the toe of a maroon slipper.
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His ambition was to insert his dreams into the world, and if they were the wrong dreams, then he would dream them in solitude.
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I’m pleased by anything in myself that strikes me as not myself.
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We know nothing. Absolutely nothing.
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I don't take off time from teaching to write. I take time off from writing to teach.
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Repetition for no reason is a sign of carelessness or pretentiousness, but there are plenty of good reasons to repeat words and phrases.
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I began by working in a study in an attic, but for many years, I've used a small room in a library. What matters to me isn't decor or comfort but only quiet. I need to hear the rhythms of phrases, the music of sentences. Any place that allows me to do that is good enough.
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I never write to disappear and escape. The truth is exactly the opposite. Most people strike me as escaping and disappearing in one way or another - into their jobs, their daily routines, their delusions about themselves and others.
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I think of childhood as an explosion of creativity. For most people, growing up and earning a living means leaving all that behind. But an artist never leaves that behind. Edwin Mullhouse was my way of exploring the child as artist and, under the guise of childhood, something larger.