3 December 2020 Harold Bloom But in the end, in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean I’m told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society… but in the end one knows one is alone, that one lives at the heart of a solitude.
3 December 2020 Harold Bloom What we call a poem is mostly what is not there on the page. The strength of any poem is the poems that it has managed to exclude.
3 December 2020 Harold Bloom We read deeply for varied reasons, most of them familiar: that we cannot know enough people profoundly enough that we need to know ourselves better that we require knowledge, not just of self and others, but of the way things are.
3 December 2020 Harold Bloom Criticism in the universities, I’ll have to admit, has entered a phase where I am totally out of sympathy with 95% of what goes on. It’s Stalinism without Stalin.
3 December 2020 Harold Bloom I would say that there is no future for literary studies as such in the United States.
