Top 35 Quotes & Sayings by Alexander Theroux

Explore popular quotes and sayings by an American novelist Alexander Theroux.
Last updated on December 6, 2024.
Alexander Theroux

Alexander Louis Theroux is an American novelist and poet. He is known for his novel Darconville's Cat (1981), which was selected by Anthony Burgess for his Ninety-Nine Novels: The Best in English Since 1939 – A Personal Choice in 1984 and by Larry McCaffery for 20th Century’s Greatest Hits.

Being natural is one of the most irritating poses I know in people.
There is no loneliness like that of a failed marriage.
Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging. — © Alexander Theroux
Hypocrisy is the essence of snobbery, but all snobbery is about the problem of belonging.
It's true, you can never eat a pet you name. And anyway, it would be like a ventriloquist eating his dummy.
Silence is the unbearable repartee.
Artists are never complete people. But if it's art that completes them, then what is taken away?
Will I have to use a dictionary to read your book?" asked Mrs. Dodypol. "It depends," says I, "how much you used the dictionary before you read it.
Book-publishing is all about politics. Agents, editors, which books will be puffed, which ignored, etc.
The ears, which master the face of a dunce, are that part of the head which most publishes stupidity.
To value the tradition of, and the discipline required for, the craft of fiction seems today pointless. The real Arcadia is a lonely, mountainous plateau, overbouldered and strewn with the skulls of sheep slain for vellum and old bitten pinions that tried to be quills. It's forty rough miles by mule from Athens, a city where there's a fair, a movie house, cotton candy.
The particular source of frustration of women observing their own self-study and measuring their worth as women by the distance they kept from men necessitated that a distance be kept, and so what vindicated them also poured fuel on the furnace of their rage. One delight presumed another dissatisfaction, but their hatefulness confessed to their own lack of power to please. They hated men because they needed husbands, and they loathed the men they chased away for going.
The urge for Chinese food is always unpredictable: famous for no occasion, standard fare for no holiday, and the constant as to demand is either whim, the needy plebiscite of instantly famished drunks, or pregnancy.
If on a friend’s bookshelf You cannot find Joyce or Sterne Cervantes, Rabelais, or Burton, You are in danger, face the fact, So kick him first or punch him hard And from him hide behind a curtain.
The man who has faith in logic is always cuckolded by reality.
I kneel to my Lord because I am such a failure. I pray, I hope, I look to the Gospels.
There is a terrible blindness in the love that wants only to accommodate. It's not only to do with omissions and half-truths. It implants a lack of being in the speaker and robs the self of an identity without which it is impossible for one to grow close to another.
One's style holds one, thankfully, at bay from the enemies of it but not from the stupid crucifixions by those who must willfully misunderstand it.
We all end up living secret lives. We create what we are willing to admire and admiring what we shouldn't confess to the secret ofour own sin, our own insufficiency, our own sadness. We all end up taking our secrets into the world and handing them over to strangers, only to realize it's often too late to claim them back. The very nature of time passing is sad beyond words. Memories mean they're gone.
Yellow is vagueness and luminousness, both.
Faculty Meetings are held whenever the need to show off is combined with the imperative of accomplishing nothing.
Adultery is the vice of equivocation. It is not marriage but a mockery of it, a merging that mixes love and dread together like jackstraws. There is no understanding of contentment in adultery.... You belong to each other in what together you've made of a third identity that almost immediately cancels your own. There is a law in art that proves it. Two colors are proven complimentary only when forming that most desolate of all colors--neutral gray.
Why should a blacksmith put his hands in the fire if he has tongs?
Where there is no style, there is in effect no point of view. There is, essentially, no anger, no conviction, no self. Style is opinion, hung washing, the caliber of a bullet, teething beads.
Brent Berlin and Paul Kay in Basic Color Terms demonstrate exhaustively and empirically, the very simple thesis that anywhere in the world, as a language develops and acquires names for color, the colors always enter in the same order. The most primitive are black and white. Then red. Then either green or yellow.
A lover is never a completely self-reliant person viewing the world through his own eyes, but a hostage to a certain delusion.
Reviewing books is all about coziness. It is all of it a kind of caucus race. Women review women, Jewish writers review and praise Jewish writers, blacks review blacks, etc.
I thought... their elegance... lies not so much in their clothes as in their bodies, and their bodies have received it, and continue to unceasingly receive it, from their souls, which are just like yours, lovely Simonetta.
Ordinary persons, he said, smiling, found no differences between men. The artist found them all. — © Alexander Theroux
Ordinary persons, he said, smiling, found no differences between men. The artist found them all.
I hate injustice, I despise inequity, I condemn hypocrisy, I abhor the lack of reason.
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.
New Hampshire has always been cheap, mean, rural, small-minded, and reactionary. It's one of the few states in the nation with neither a sales tax nor an income tax. Social services are totally inadequate there, it ranks at the bottom in state aid to education--the state is literally shaped like a dunce cap--and its medical assistance program is virtually nonexistent. Expecting aid for the poor there is like looking for an egg under a basilisk.... The state encourages skinflints, cheapskates, shutwallets, and pinched little joykillers who move there as a tax refuge to save money.
Nothing is quite as bad as being without privacy and lonely at the same time.
Nothing is more subtly destructive than a closed circle of artists feeding on one another. Envy grows from insignificant differences between people, not from overwhelming inequalities... it was envy that forced them to emulate each other, not esteem.
I read passionately with a need to know and see the act of reading as an act of cognition and not simply a means of passing time.
The parrot holds its food for prim consumption as daintily as any debutante, [with] a predilection for pot roast, hashed-brown potatoes, duck skin, butter, hoisin sauce, sesame seed oil, bananas and human thumb.
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