Marilynne Robinson
Marilynne Robinson
Marilynne Summers Robinsonis an American novelist and essayist best known for her novels Housekeepingand Gilead...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth26 November 1943
CountryUnited States of America
self casting-off generosity
Generosity is also an act of freedom, a casting off of the constraints of prudence and self-interest.
eye hands honor
There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.
country distance light
She conceived of life as a road down which one traveled, an easy enough road through a broad country, and that one's destination was there from the very beginning, a measured distance away, standing in the ordinary light like some plain house where one went in and was greeted by respectable people and was shown to a room where everything one had ever lost or put aside was gathered together, waiting.
reality justice needs
There is no justice in love, no proportion in it, and there need not be, because in any specific instance it is only a glimpse or parable of an embracing, incomprehensible reality. It makes no sense at all because it is the eternal breaking in on the temporal. So how could it subordinate itself to cause or consequence?
art utterance want
I want to feel that art is an utterance made in good faith by one human being to another.
mind want
You build your mind, so make it into something you want to live with.
song numbers sorrow
Every sorrow suggests a thousand songs, and every song recalls a thousand sorrows, and so they are infinite in number, and all the same.
life eye stones
And there is no living creature, though the whims of eons had put its eyes on boggling stalks and clamped it in a carapace, diminished it to a pinpoint and given it a taste for mud and stuck it down a well or hid it under a stone, but that creature will live on if it can.
character writing thinking
Characters more or less present themselves to me. I don't know their origins. I think if I did, if I seemed to myself to fabricate them, I could not induce suspension of disbelief in myself in the way writing fiction requires.
moving speak proof
When we did not move or speak, there was no proof that we were there at all.
art perception world
The locus of the human mystery is perception of this world. From it proceeds every thought, every art.
mystery splendid ifs
We are part of a mystery, a splendid mystery within which we must attempt to orient ourselves if we are to have a sense of our own nature.
memories book voice
I like a book to be full of the memory of what it is, a voice in an endless conversation, and yet at the same time to be new.
believe thinking people
To think that only faultless people are worthwhile seems like an incredible exclusion of almost everything of deep value in the human saga. Sometimes I can't believe the narrowness that has been attributed to God in terms of what he would approve and disapprove.