A collection of thoughts and quotes by Richard Powers on fiction, science, creativity, happiness, music, freedom, time, world, chance, death, dissonance, familiarity and life.
47 Thought-Provoking Quotes By Richard Powers, The Celebrated American Novelist
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Novelist, Writer, Science fiction writer
American novelist Richard Powers is famous for his works that revolve around modern science and technology. Modern science and technology have endless opportunities for fiction writers and draws a number of literary enthusiasts. Richard Powers has been able to maintain a sense of eagerness and excitement among his readers. ‘The Echo Maker’, was one such novel that won him the National Book Award for fiction in 2006. He has received numerous felicitations and awards for his work. His writings and books contain his thoughts on several issues. Some of his recent works like ‘Waltzing: A Manual for Dancing and Living’, ‘Florida Pineywoods Pioneers’, and ‘Orfeo’ have gained appreciation from readers. From an era that believed the earth was flat, until today where people plan to migrate to another planet, science and fiction have been omnipresent among us. Richard Powers is among the many intellectual minds who keep our fascination for both science and fiction alive through their work, books, writings, thoughts, sayings and quotations. We bring to you a collection of his sayings, quotes and thoughts on science, creativity, world, time and information.
The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste.
The web: yet another total disorientation that becomes status quo without anyone realizing it.
Richard Powers
For a moment, looking felt like something that happened to you rather than something you did. Not 'Are you who I think you are?' Am I who you think I am?
It had to be U. U. was the only town I could still bear, the one spot in the atlas I'd already absorbed head-on. When you take too many of your critical hits in one place, that place can no longer hurt you.
He will love this music to death. In a few more years, he’ll snort at its sentiment and mock its stirring progressions. Once you’ve loved like that, the only safe haven is resentment.
Music wasn't about learning how to love. It was about learning what to disown and when to disown it. Even the most magnificent piece would end up as collateral damage in the endless war over taste.
Was tonality out there – God-given? Or were those magic ratios, like everything human, makeshift rules to be broken on the way to a more merciless freedom?
There was nothing more pressing to do all day, every day, except think about the question that his whole life had failed to answer: How did music trick the body into thinking it had a soul?
