Quotes by : Elias Canetti

The process of writing has something infinite about it. Even though it is interrupted each night, it....

All things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

Success listens only to applause. To all else it is deaf.

Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused....

At home in the nursery, I usually played alone. Actually, I seldom played, I spoke to the wallpaper.....

She was crude, but loyal. He began to understand her even better than before. A pity she was so old;....

Success is the space one occupies in the newspaper. Success is one day's insolence.

At this point, the jealousy that tortured me all my life commenced, and the force with which it came....

A tormenting thought: as of a certain point, history was no longer real. Without noticing it, all mankind....