Top 33 Quotes & Sayings by Harry Mathews

I was stationed in Norfolk, Virginia, for a while, about which the less said the better, and then I was in the Mediterranean, about which the more said the better.

I'd been brought up on the Upper East Side in a WASP society, which was death on crutches.

And then, when I left Princeton in the middle of my sophomore year, I went into the navy.

It's true, I had an extremely delicious life, but that was my life at home, and perhaps because I was only a child, or for whatever reasons, I found the company of others, especially other boys, quite terrifying and upsetting.

My next project is to get back to that. Actually, to learn how to write poetry. I'm not kidding.

Well, I had this little notion - I started writing when I was eleven, writing poetry. I was passionately addicted to it; it was my great refuge through adolescence.

Music had been my first love among the arts, and I was fascinated by it, as I still am.

What I wanted to do and what I needed to do was something entirely different, and through reading Roussel I learned that I could do what I wanted all on my own and that I didn't have to rely on what had actually happened in my somewhat limited life and reading.

My mother could never understand why I didn't write a thriller, which I've finally done.

After the navy, I transferred to Harvard and finished there. I was there the spring term of 1951 and I stayed through the summer term and a whole other year, so I was able to do two years in a little less than a year and a half.

What I said about John was that he liberated me from my anxieties about writing in a correct, acceptable way.

When Niki and I moved to Paris, there was also the challenge of Paris, an extremely daunting city.

My idea was to go to Vienna to study conducting and perhaps play in an orchestra first, so I thought before I got to Vienna I could do with a little training in Paris.

I think situations are more important than plot and character.

My Life in CIA is the first time that I've ever written a story in my own name.

I also had this mistaken dream, fantasy really - perhaps because I'm good at languages - of being able in both Italy and France to become someone else through my fluency in the language.

I graduated in 1952 and went to Europe, with Niki and our first child Laura, who was then a year old.

My dream, I remember, when I went to boarding school, was to have a study all my own, a little nook someplace where nobody could get at me - nobody, like the football coach.

It has always been something I could do, and it may seem odd that in my case I seem to create an interesting narrative and frustrate the reader's opportunities to follow it at every step.

Well, the great thing for me about poetry is that in good poems the dislocation of words, that is to say, the distance between what they say they're saying and what they are actually saying is at its greatest.

And I finished college because I thought how much it would upset my parents if I didn't.

Well, my relationship to America at the time I left was very limited.

I left Princeton, but I graduated Harvard, in 1952.

I was immediately smitten with an attraction to this culture, not in the sense of high culture but of the basic way people behaved towards one another.

I thought Cheever was magnificent and that if I could write like him that would be the best I could do. And then I realized that what I really wanted to write had nothing to do with what he was doing.

And I finished college because I thought how much it would upset my parents if I didnt.

You make something. You give up expressing and start inventing.

Write about the things that attract you. Choose your subjects the way you used to choose your toys: out of desire.

There are many things I’ve written that I didn’t really understand until a long time later.

It has always been something I could do, and it may seem odd that in my case I seem to create an interesting narrative and frustrate the readers opportunities to follow it at every step.

Translation is the paradigm, the exemplar of all writing.... It is translation that demonstrates most vividly the yearning for transformation that underlies every act involving speech, that supremely human gift.

It’s true, I had an extremely delicious life, but that was my life at home, and perhaps because I was only a child, or for whatever reasons, I found the company of others, especially other boys, quite terrifying and upsetting.

Syntax and vocabulary are overwhelming constraints --the rules that run us. Language is using us to talk --we think we're using the language, but language is doing the thinking, we're its slavish agents.