Top 50 Malcolm Lowry Quotes
#1. I wanted to be a pariah, because all my heroes were cult artists, people who devoted their lives to poking into very narrow, very deep corners - Erik Satie, Alfred Jarry, Malcolm Lowry - people who suffered in order to express their vision of life.
Jim Woodring
#2. It's amazing when you come to think of it how the human spirit seems to blossom in the shadow of the abattoir!
Malcolm Lowry
#3. All of them, you see, misfits, all good for nothing, cowards, baboons, meek wolves, parasites, every man jack of them, people afraid to face their own responsibilities, fight their own fight, ready to go anywhere, as Tolstoy well perceived -
Malcolm Lowry
#4. The slow darkening of the murals as you look from right to left. It seems somehow to symbolise the gradual imposition of the Spaniards' conquering will upon the Indians. Do you see what I mean?
Malcolm Lowry
#5. For a time they confronted each other like two mute unspeaking forts.
Malcolm Lowry
#6. In the war to come correspondents would assume unheard of importance, plunging through flame to feed the public its little gobbets of dehydrated excrement.
Malcolm Lowry
#7. Journalism equals intellectual male prostitution of speech and writing,
Malcolm Lowry
#8. There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e's, the flying buttresses of d's, the t's like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word.
Malcolm Lowry
#9. The fallen leaves in the forest seemed to make even the ground glow and burn with light
Malcolm Lowry
#10. I have no house only a shadow. But whenever you are in need of a shadow, my shadow is yours.
Malcolm Lowry
#12. Interchangeable ever were the terms of abuse with which the aggressor discredits those about to be ravaged!
Malcolm Lowry
#13. What is man but a little soul holding up a corpse?
Malcolm Lowry
#14. The Consul felt a pang. Ah, to have a horse, and gallop away, singing, to someone you loved perhaps, into the heart of all the simplicity and peace in the world; was that not like the opportunity afforded man by life itself? Of course not. Still, just for a moment, it had seemed that it was.
Malcolm Lowry
#16. And in the town too were innumerable white cantinhas, where one could drink forever on credit, with the door open and the wind blowing.
Malcolm Lowry
#17. But who could agree with someone who was so certain you were going to be sober the day after tomorrow?
Malcolm Lowry
#18. The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves.
Malcolm Lowry
#19. The Consul looked at the sun. But he had lost the sun: it was not his sun. Like the truth, it was well-nigh impossible to face; he did not want to go anywhere near it, least of all, sit in its light, facing it.
Malcolm Lowry
#20. Perhaps his tragedy is that he is the only normal writer left on earth
and it is this that adds to his isolation and so too his so sense of guilt.
Malcolm Lowry
#21. He felt rather like someone lying in a bath after all the water has run out, witless, almost dead.
Malcolm Lowry
#22. Good God, if our civilization were to sober up for a couple of days it'd die of remorse on the third.
Malcolm Lowry
#23. How alike are the groans of love to those of the dying.
Malcolm Lowry
#24. The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple trees, the eternal sorrow that never sleeps of great Mexico.
Malcolm Lowry
#25. Somebody threw a dead dog after him down the ravine.
Malcolm Lowry
#26. Long for me as I for you, forgetting, what will be inevitable, the long black aftermath of pain.
Malcolm Lowry
#28. What I have absolutely no sympathy with is the legislator, the man who seeks, for his own profit, to exploit the weaknesses of those who are unable to help themselves and then to fasten some moral superscription upon it. This I loathe so much that I cannot conceivably explain how much it is.
Malcolm Lowry
#29. Nothing is altered and in spite of God's mercy I am still alone. Though my suffering seems senseless I am still in agony. There is no explanation of my life. Indeed there was not, nor was this what he'd meant to convey.
Malcolm Lowry
#30. SCARED TO DEATH In Arizona, a 1000-acre forest of junipers suddenly withered and died. Foresters are unable to explain it, but the Indians say the trees died of fear but they are not in agreement as to what caused the fright.
Malcolm Lowry
#31. How, unless you drink as I do, could you hope to understand the beauty of an old Indian woman playing dominoes with a chicken?
Malcolm Lowry
#33. Far above him a few white clouds were racing windily after a pale gibbous moon. Drink all morning, they said to him, drink all day. This is life!
Malcolm Lowry
#34. Can't you see there's a determinism about the fate of nations? They all seem to get what they deserve in the long run.
Malcolm Lowry
#35. I like prefaces. I read them. Sometimes I do not read any further.
Malcolm Lowry
#36. Indeed, on the face of it, this man of abnormal strength and constitution and obscure ambition, whom Hugh would never know, could never deliver nor make agreement to God for, but in his way loved and desired to help, had triumphantly succeeded in pulling himself together.
Malcolm Lowry
#37. Never think that by releasing me you will be free. You would only condemn us to an ultimate hell on earth. You would only free something else to destroy us both.
Malcolm Lowry
#38. Hugh put one foot up on the parapet and regarded his cigarette that seemed bent, like humanity, on consuming itself as quickly as possible.
Malcolm Lowry
#39. War is being declared tomorrow here so perhaps you can understand that I have been working under difficulties, but difficulties negligible compared with what others have to go through.
Malcolm Lowry
#40. Not that it was not a nightmare. It was, but of a very special kind he was scarcely old enough to appreciate.
Malcolm Lowry
#41. Under the volcano! It was not for nothing the ancients had placed Tartarus under Mt. Aetna, nor within it, the monster Typhoeus, with his hundred heads and - relatively - fearful eyes and voices.
Malcolm Lowry
#42. - I am the chief steward of my fate, I am the fireman of my soul.
Malcolm Lowry
#43. No, my secrets are of the grave and must be kept. And this is how I sometimes think of myself, as a great explorer who has discovered some extraordinary land from which he can never return to give his knowledge to the world: but the name of this land is hell.
Malcolm Lowry
#44. Try persuading the world not to cut its throat for half a decade or more ... and it'll begin to dawn on you that even your behavior's part of its plan.
Malcolm Lowry
#45. He was safe here; this was the place he loved - sanctuary, the paradise of his despair.
Malcolm Lowry
#46. I have resisted temptation for two and a half minutes at least: my redemption is sure.
Malcolm Lowry
#47. How shall the murdered man convince his assassin he will not haunt him.
Malcolm Lowry
#48. Muzzle a dog and he will bark out of the other end.
Malcolm Lowry
#49. The will of man is unconquerable. Even God cannot conquer it.
Malcolm Lowry
#50. Now you see what kind of creatures we are, Hugh. Eating things alive. That's what we do. How can you have much respect for mankind, or any belief in the social struggle?
Malcolm Lowry
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