Donald Barthelme was born 7 April 1931, and died 23 July 1989.
- I don’t think you can talk about progress in art – movement, but not progress. You can speak of a point on a line for the purpose of locating things, but it’s a horizontal line, not a vertical one.
- Strings of language extend in every direction to bind the world into a rushing, ribald whole.
- Peter Yates, the music critic, said that the proper work of the critic is praise, and that that which cannot be praised should be surrounded with a tasteful, well-thought-out silence.
- Every writer in the country can write a beautiful sentence, or a hundred. What I am interested in is the ugly sentence that is also somehow beautiful.
- The order of pieces in a given book is mostly a matter of trying to make sure they don’t get in each other’s way. Much like hanging pictures for a show.
- We are what we have been told about ourselves. We are the sum of the messages we have received. The true messages. The false messages.
- I read other writers to discover what they do well; that helps me, reminds me why I got into this peculiar business in the first place.
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