690 Quotes by E. M. Forster

Do you remember Italy?

Italy and London are the only places where I don't feel to exist on sufferance.

It isn't possible to love and to part.

It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.

Books have to be read (worse luck it takes so long a time). It is the only way of discovering what they contain. A few savage tribes eat them, but reading is the only method of assimilation revealed to the West.

She had been so wicked that in all her life she had done only one good deed-given an onion to a beggar. So she went to hell. As she lay in torment she saw the onion, lowered down from heaven by an angel. She caught hold of it. He began to pull her up. The other damned saw what was happening and caught hold of it too. She was indignant and cried, "Let go-it's my onion," and as soon as she said, "my onion," the stalk broke and she fell back into the flames.

Don't be mysterious; there isn't the time.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.

A critic has no right to the narrowness which is the frequent prerogative of the creative artist.