29 ordspråk av Nadine Gordimer
Nadine Gordimer
Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?
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Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same. Pointless and yet necessary, that's hard for a puritan to understand.
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Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever.
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Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever.
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Censorship is never over for those who have experienced it. It is a brand on the imagination that affects the individual who has suffered it, forever.
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Ernest Hemingway was in love with Africa and as with others in such a state of emotion ... he constructed for himself, according to his needs and desires, something that had little relation to the reality of the continent,
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Exile as a mode of genius no longer exists; in place of Joyce we have the fragments of work appearing in Index on Censorship.
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From Ernest Hemingway's stories, I learned to listen within my stories for what went unsaid by my characters.
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He's a colleague and a friend, and it's also a wonderful thing that the Nobel Prize has come to South Africa again,
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I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.
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If people would forget about utopia! When rationalism destroyed heaven and decided to set it up here on earth, that most terrible of all goals entered human ambition. It was clear there'd be no end to what people would be made to suffer for it.
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Mumbling obeisance to abhorrence of apartheid is like those lapsed believers who cross themselves when entering a church.
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People give one another things that can't be gift wrapped.
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Perhaps the best definition of progress would be the continuing efforts of men and women to narrow the gap between the convenience of the powers that be and the unwritten charter.
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Power is something of which I am convinced there is no innocence this side of the womb.
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