Alan Hollinghurst Quotes

Alan James Hollinghurst FRSL (born 26 May 1954) is an English novelist, poet, short story writer and translator. He is the recipient of numerous awards, including the 1989 Somerset Maugham Award, the 1994 James Tait Black Memorial Prize and the 2004 Booker Prize

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Alan Hollinghurst


I think being an only child created in me a degree of self-reliance, which I'm glad of. It made me perfectly happy with my own company and perhaps was good conditioning for the protracted solitude of writing books as slowly as I do.

Alan Hollinghurst


The great wisdom for writers, perhaps for everybody, is to come to understand to be at one with their own tempo.

Alan Hollinghurst


Simply having opposition brought latent feelings to the surface and polarized views he might otherwise hardly have bothered to formulate. It became urgent for him to revile Richard Strauss, and he did it happily but a little hysterically, as if far more than questions of taste were involved.

Alan Hollinghurst


I was rather a goody-goody as a child... It was only later on I discovered that you could be naughty and get away with it.

Alan Hollinghurst


What the problem was was this colossal redundancy, the squandering of brilliant technique on cheap material, ...

Alan Hollinghurst


He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.

Alan Hollinghurst


There was the noise itself, which he thought of vaguely as the noise of classical music, sameish and rhetorical, full of feelings people surely never had

Alan Hollinghurst


The worse they are the more they see beauty in each other.

Alan Hollinghurst


Now that I had actually made love, more astonishingly now that I had been made love to, the fantasies were subtly undermined.

Alan Hollinghurst


I like things to reverberate, to be suggestive.

Alan Hollinghurst


To apologize for what you most wanted to do, to concede that it was obnoxious, boring, 'vulgar and unsafe' --- that was the worst thing.

Alan Hollinghurst


she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

Alan Hollinghurst


...all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.

Alan Hollinghurst