Versatile Author & Creative Storyteller
Russell Hoban was an American-British author and illustrator, born on February 4, 1925. His creative works encompassed a wide range of genres, from children's books to novels for adults, showcasing his versatile storytelling abilities.
Hoban's best-known work, "Bedtime for Frances" (1960), is a beloved children's book that captured the essence of childhood experiences. He also ventured into adult literature with novels like "Riddley Walker" (1980), a post-apocalyptic tale set in a future English society.
Throughout his career, Russell Hoban's imaginative narratives and unique storytelling voice left an indelible mark on readers of all ages, making him a respected figure in the world of literature.
PerceptionExistenceThere must be a lot of people in the world being wondered about by people who don't see them anymore.
Історія LanguageCommunicationLanguage is an archaeological vehicle... the language we speak is a whole palimpsest of human effort and history.
UnderstandingPerceptionCommunicationCultural DifferencesAfter all, when you come right down to it, how many people speak the same language even when they speak the same language?
Well-BeingAddictionDependencyWhat a weird thing smoking is and I can't stop it. I feel cosy, have a sense of well-being when I'm smoking, poisoning myself, killing myself slowly. Not so slowly maybe. I have all kinds of pains I don't want to know about and I know that's what they're from. But when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself.
ImportanceValuesPerspectiveThe things that matter don't necessarily make sense.
LifeDeathCommunicationWordsWords have a life; without response they die.
UncertaintyRisk-TakingExplorationDeathExplorers have to be ready to die lost.
ImprovisationCharacter DevelopmentWriting ProcessWhen I write a book, I don't have a plan or an outline. The characters move the action, and the action develops the characters. When I write a book, I become an actor, really, taking the role of the person who is speaking or acting at the time, and so their reactions to whatever they see are my reactions.
MotivationWritingExplorationAdviceThe first thing I would say to young writers is, "Don't do it, unless you can't stand not to do it." And the second thing I would say is, "If you do do it, and get into it, the constant rule you should have in mind is to explore your material." It sounds simple, but it isn't, because people often want to get from A to B, and they don't stop to look at what is in the material.
FearPerceptionSelf-DiscoverySpiritualityAn idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible.
Self-AwarenessPerspectiveI'd always assumed I was the central character in my own story, but now it occured to me I might in fact be only a minor character in someone else's.
PassionWritingWorkAddictionRetirementI'll never retire. They'll have to take my computer out of my cold, dead hands. I'm addicted to writing. I feel physically unwell if I'm not doing it.
Self-ReflectionTimingLife ExperiencesToo-lateness, I realized, has nothing to do with age. It’s a relation of self to the moment. Or not, depending on the person and the moment. Perhaps there even comes a time when it’s no longer too late for anything. Perhaps, even, most times are too early for most things, and most of life has to go by before it’s time for almost anything and too late for almost nothing. Nothing to lose, the present moment to gain, the integration with long-delayed Now.
SufferingWhen you suffer an attack of nerves you're being attacked by the nervous system. What chance has a man got against a system?.
Human NatureAnimalsNothing to be done really about animals. Anything you do looks foolish. The answer isn't in us. It's almost as if were put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
CuriosityRealityIf reality had a stage door I'd hang around there to see what comes out after the show.
Life ChoicesViolenceThere are situations in life to which the only satisfactory response is a physically violent one. If you don't make that response, you continually relive the unresolved situation over and over in your life.
DirectionMemoryTime's arrow, we are told, is a one-way thing. . . Memory's arrow, like the needle of a compass too close to a lodestone, spins in all directions.
PerceptionLoyaltyMortalityFidelity is a matter of perception; nobody is unfaithful to the sea or to mountains or to death: once recognized they fill the heart.
ArtCreativityInspirationUsually my starting point is something that I've seen. It might be a painting, it might be an object. But they always start from a definite sensory experience.
ReflectionResponsibilityDarknessAn ordinary mirror is silvered at the back but the window of the night train has darkness behind the glass. My face and the faces of other travellers were now mirrored on this darkness in a succession of stillnesses. Consider this, said the darkness: any motion at any speed is a succession of stillnesses; any section through an action will show just such a plane of stillness as this dark window in which your seeking face is mirrored. And in each plane of stillness is the moment of clarity that makes you responsible for what you do.
My generation was somewhat between things, neither free nor much supported by whatever held us in.
ComfortUnderstandingConnectionThoughtsPrivacyAnd now it seems she's on my wavelength. That's all I need. My mind isn't much of a comfort to me but at least I thought it was private.
Self-PerceptionI believe that most of us would like to be thought well of by horses.
GuiltThe Zoo is a prison for animals who have been sentenced without trial and I feel guilty because I do nothing about it. But there it was, I wanted to see an oyster-catcher and I was no better than the people who'd caged oyster-catchers for me to see.
IndividualityPersonal ExperienceSelf-IdentityExistentialismIs there an existence that is only mine?
FearThere is a tiger in my room,' said Frances. 'Did he bite you?' said Father. 'No,' said Frances. 'Did he scratch you?' said Mother. 'No,' said Frances. 'Then he is a friendly tiger,' said Father. 'He will not hurt you. Go back to sleep.
MortalityAddictionDependencyBut when I don't smoke I scarcely feel as if I'm living. I don't feel as if I'm living unless I'm killing myself.
IdentityIndividualitySelf-ExpressionDiversityThe sign said 'The Green Turtle, Chelonia myadas, is the source of turtle soup....' I am the source of William G. soup if it comes to that. Everyone is the source of his or her kind of soup. In a town as big as London, that's a lot of soup walking around.
UnderstandingSometimes I think that the biggest difference between men and women is that more men need to seek out some terrible lurking thing in existence and hurl themselves upon it. Women know where it lives but they can let it alone.
DirectionPerceptionRepresentationExplorationA map is the dead body of where you've been. A map is the unborn baby of where you're going. There are no maps. Maps are pictures of what isn't.
LoveRelationshipsUnityFamilyA family is everybody all together.
AwarenessPossibilitiesLimitationsMore and more I'm aware that the permutations are not unlimited.
Work-Life BalanceSometimes there's nothing but Sundays for weeks on end. Why can't they move Sunday to the middle of the week so you could put it in the OUT tray on your desk?
IdentityValuePerspectiveWorthThem as counts counts moren them as dont count
HumilityWisdomSelf-AwarenessI have no wisdom and nothing useful to tell you - I only mentioned this because it came into my head.
SingingWho is Alice?" asked mother. "Alice is somebody that nobody can see," said Frances. "And that is why she does not have a birthday. So I am singing Happy Thursday to her." - Frances the badger
It's almost as if we're put here on earth to show how silly they aren't.
FreedomIdentityIndividualitySelf-PerceptionMe, what's that after all? An arbitrary limitation of being bounded by the people before and after and on either side. Where they leave off I begin, and vice versa.