Steven Millhauser Quotes

• I had thought that words were instruments of precision. Now I know that they devour the world, leaving nothing in its place.

  Steven Millhauser

  Leaving, World, Precision

  FaceBook post by Steven Millhauser from Oct 23, 2016

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• All words are masks and the lovelier they are, the more they are meant to conceal.

  Steven Millhauser

  Mask

  Steven Millhauser (2011). “We Others: New & Selected Stories”, p.243, Vintage

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• Stories, like conjuring tricks, are invented because history is inadequate for our dreams.

  Steven Millhauser

  Dream, Stories, Conjuring

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• God pity the poor novelist.

  Steven Millhauser

  Novelists, Pity, Poor

  Steven Millhauser (2011). “Edwin Mullhouse: The Life and Death of an American Writer 1943-1954 by Jeffrey Cartwright”, p.54, Vintage

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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.

  Steven Millhauser

  Summer, Cutting, Long

  Steven Millhauser (2008). “Dangerous Laughter”, p.62, Vintage

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• Perhaps sound is only an insanity of silence, a mad gibber of empty space grown fearful of listening to itself and hearing nothing.

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  Space, Mad, Silence

  Steven Millhauser (2011). “Edwin Mullhouse: The Life and Death of an American Writer 1943-1954 by Jeffrey Cartwright”, p.28, Vintage

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• And again it snowed, and again the sun came out. In the mornings on the way to the station Franklin counted the new snowmen that had sprung up mysteriously overnight or the old ones that had been stricken with disease and lay cracked apart-a head here, a broken body and three lumps of coal there-and one day he looked up from a piece of snow-colored rice paper and knew he was done. It was as simple as that: you bent over your work night after night, and one day you were done. Snow still lay in dirty streaks on the ground but clusters of yellow-green flowers hung from the sugar maples.

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  Morning, Dirty, Flower

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• I’m pleased by anything in myself that strikes me as not myself.

  Steven Millhauser

  Strikes

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• I saw that I was in danger of becoming ordinary, and I understood that from now on I would have to be vigilant.

  Steven Millhauser

  Ordinary, Saws, Becoming

  FaceBook post by Steven Millhauser from Mar 30, 2014

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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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  Dream, Art, Book

  FaceBook post by Steven Millhauser from Aug 19, 2015

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• So imagine a fire going -- wood snapping the way it does when it’s a little green — the wind rattling the windows behind the curtains -- and one of those Chopin melodies that feel like sorrow and ecstasy all mixed together pouring from the keys -- and you have my idea of happiness. Or just reading, reading and lamplight, the sound of pages turning. And so you dare to be happy. You do that thing. You dare.

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  Reading, Fire, Keys

  Steven Millhauser (2007). “The King in the Tree”, p.5, Vintage

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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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  Dream, Ambition, Solitude

  Steven Millhauser (2011). “We Others: New & Selected Stories”, p.238, Vintage

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• We know nothing. Absolutely nothing.

  Steven Millhauser

  Absolutely Nothing, Knows

  Steven Millhauser (2015). “The Wizard of West Orange”, p.19, Vintage

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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.

  Steven Millhauser

  Wall, Book, Doors

  Steven Millhauser (2008). “Dangerous Laughter”, p.35, Vintage

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