Renata Adler
Renata Adler
Renata Adleris an American author, journalist, and film critic...
NationalityItalian
ProfessionJournalist
Date of Birth19 October 1938
CityMilan, Italy
CountryItaly
Renata Adler quotes about
philosophy littles cocktail-parties
There follows a little obscenity here, a dash of philosophy there, considerable whining overall, and a modern satirical novel is born.
self echoes ironic
Moral self-infatuation has its own corruptions, after all. With time, almost every other principle of the magazine acquired an ironic echo, a sort of cackling aftermath.
numbers laconic
I love the laconic. Clearly, I am not of their number.
sound language realizing
Do you realize how angry you sound?” must be one of the most infuriating questions in the language.
sadness thinking self
Self-pity” is just sadness, I think, in the pejorative.
care literature mets
Hardly anyone about whom I deeply care at all resembles anyone else I have ever met, or heard of, or read about in literature.
fear yesterday
Fear . . . is forward. No one is afraid of yesterday.
love-you sleep night
Speech, tennis, music, skiing, manners, love- you try them waking and perhaps balk at the jump, and then you're over. You've caught the rhythm of them once and for all, in your sleep at night. The city, of course, can wreck it. So much insomnia. So many rhythms collide. The salesgirl, the landlord, the guests, the bystanders, sixteen varieties of social circumstance in a day. Everyone has the power to call your whole life into question here. Too many people have access to your state of mind. Some people are indifferent to dislike, even relish it. Hardly anyone I know.
book reading sleep
Bored people, unless they sleep a lot, are cruel.
sex loneliness ambition
The writer has a grudge against society, which he documents with accounts of unsatisfying sex, unrealized ambition, unmitigated loneliness, and a sense of local and global distress.
garden air dramatic
Lyda was an exuberant, even a dramatic gardener.... She was always holding up a lettuce or a bunch of radishes with an air of resolute courage, as though she had shot them herself.
secret copies persons
No one ever confides a secret to one person only. No one destroys all copies of a document.
magic plot whole
The whole magic of a plot requires that somebody be impeded from getting something over with.
gun mind shelves
My dislike has no consequences. It accrues only in my mind—like preserves on a shelf or guns zeroing in, and never firing.