Author of quotes: Korney Ivanovich Chukovsky. Page 3

... To be unoriginal writer is a fraud. Talent look at any one thing - and in each he will find a new hell, a new side, the old feeling he will pericostal new. Therefore, untalented writer who is in the world only in order to Express in verse the form of words, - can sit and not epatica. Gg. readers knew it before him. For recipes can and should be taken only talent. Vulgarity and boredom bad things are we going to hear from Chekhov, and if Mitnitski will undertake to promote the same things, we think he's laughing at us, mocking. After all, the matter of artist - to overcome the habit. <...> The thing of the artist - to say to me about a well-known familiar thing, so that it seemed to me that only the first time I meet her to all of my former, usual ideas about things never would have obscured its true meaning and significance. Man gets used to everything, to everything adapts - fold implications of those habits and accessories, and you will make to tremble our hearts from the true knowledge of things from the so-called artistic feel. Only the artist is able to discard these ordinary, conventional ideas or, better to say - he doesn't know how to swing them.

Strange thing - the reporter! Every day, getting out of bed, throws it in the rotten surface of life, snatches from her all charm, all ugly, all screaming, all that somehow broke the comfortable lives of others, snatches, drags him into the newspaper - and then this very newspaper, is a collection of all miracles and neobychajnoe day, with all the wars, fires, murder is the necessary accessory of the comfort of our citizen - how to tame a wolf in an iron cage, like a stormy sea, surrounded by delicate piles.

Man is born to wear four children's coats and six to seven adults. Ten costumes - that whole person.

His soul was heavy for him, he carried her through the force like gravity. It was because of the portability, ease of pettiness. Even if he wanted to, he could not talk finely about the small - but only about the tremendous and tragic.

Poetry does not exist, so we studied her or criticized her, and so we lived.

In fact, it was not the individual poems of the Block, and was one continuous, indivisible poem throughout his life; his life was a poem, which flowed continuously, day by day, twenty years from 1898 to 1918-th.

Saw Boris Lavrenev. He complains about the fact that the Lower city was renamed Gorky. The trouble with Russian writers: one's Hungry Michael, another Poor Damian, the third a Stray - that's the call of the city.

I will arise so early in the morning will be too late.

- Oh, mother, what you have fat legs!

Children live in the fourth dimension, they are kind of crazy, for a solid and stable phenomenon for them shaky and fragile, and fluid.

First of all, scoundrels are fools. To be kind is much more fun, more entertaining and in the end more practical.

Read what Americans write about Tolstoy, or French about Chekhov, or the British about Maupassant and you'll understand that the spiritual rapprochement of Nations - a conversation of the deaf.

Why, then arranged the plenary on children's literature. To speak I will not. If I spoke, I turned to the young poets with one question: why are you so incompetent? This speech would be very short - but I have nothing more to say.

Shun any trends in my children's poems. Not at all! For example, the trend "Moydodyr" - a passionate appeal from young to purity, for washing. I think that in a country where not so long ago about all the cleaning teeth said "Gee, Gee, you see, the Jew!", this trend is worth all the rest.