Nadine Gordimer
Nadine Gordimer
Nadine Gordimerwas a South African writer, political activist and recipient of the 1991 Nobel Prize in Literature. She was recognized as a woman "who through her magnificent epic writing has – in the words of Alfred Nobel – been of very great benefit to humanity"...
NationalitySouth African
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth20 November 1923
power men enemy-of-progress
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.
beautiful country reality
The country of the tourist pamphlet always is another country, an embarrassing abstraction of the desirable that, thank God, does not exist on this planet, where there are always ants and bad smells and empty Coca-Cola bottles to keep the grubby finger-print of reality upon the beautiful.
book batteries needs
Books dont need batteries
zoos eagles prison
The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.
answers
My answer is: Recognize yourself in others
ideas sincerity oneself
Sincerity is never having an idea of oneself.
legs nine faces
I'm forty-nine but I could be twenty-five except for my face and my legs.
responsibility creativity eden
Responsibility is what awaits outside the Eden of Creativity.
ambition goal people
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.
may sometimes disaster
Success sometimes may be defined as a disaster put on hold. Qualified. Has to be.
humanity faces slave
It's easier for the former masters to put aside the masks that hid their humanity than for the former slaves to recognise the faces underneath. Or to trust that this is not a new mask these are wearing.
real writing past
If I dreamt this, while walking, walking in the London streets, the subconscious of each and every other life, past and present, brushing me in passing, what makes it real? Writing it down.
children mean doors
Rebirth. I mean by this simply what happens when the child begins to realise the fact that the black does not enter through the white’s front door is not in the same category as the fact that the dead will never come back.
I cannot live with someone who can't live without me.