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.

His meals were always punctual. Whether she cooked well or badly he did not know; it was a matter of....

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

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;....

The fluid boundary between individuals and types is a true concern of the real writer.

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

Every command leaves behind a painful sting in the person who is forced to carry it out.