George Steiner

I learned early on that 'rabbi' means teacher, not priest.

I'm sorry, I'm absolutely convinced that there is at the moment no realistic prospect for very much hope in human affairs.

I have students who are now in chairs in five continets. They invite me to their inaugurals. A tremendous reward.

I find so much writing colourless, small in its means, unwilling to take stylistic risks. Often it goes wrong; I am not the one to judge. Sometimes, I hope, it goes right.

I have every reason to believe that an individual man or woman fluent in several tongues seduces, possesses, remembers differently according to his or her use of the relevant language.

Books are in no hurry. An act of creation is in no hurry; it reads us, it privileges us infinitely. The notion that it is the occasion for our cleverness fills me with baffled bitterness and anger.

Every one of my opponents, every one of my critics, will tell you that I am a generalist spread too thin in an age when this is not done anymore, when responsible knowledge is specialized knowledge.

My writing of fiction comes under a general heading of those teachers, critics, scholars who like to try their own hand once or twice in their lives.

The journalistic vision sharpens to the point of maximum impact every event, every individual, and social configuration; but the honing is uniform.

My father loved poetry and music. But deep in himself he thought teaching the finest thing a person could do.

My Unwritten Books (2008)Given my age, I am pretty near the end, probably, of my career as a writer, a scholar, a teacher. And I wanted to speak of things I will not be able to do. - George Steiner (Literary Critic)

It took 10 months for me to learn to tie a lace; I must have howled with rage and frustration. But one day I could tie my laces. That no one can take from you. I profoundly distrust the pedagogy of ease.

Central to everything I am and believe and have written is my astonishment, naive as it seems to people, that you can use human speech both to bless, to love, to build, to forgive and also to torture, to hate, to destroy and to

I believe that a work of art, like metaphors in language, can ask the most serious, difficult questions in a way which really makes the readers answer for themselves; that the work of art far more than an essay or tract involves the reader,

The most important tribute any human being can pay to a poem or a piece of prose he or she really loves is to learn it by heart. Not by brain, by heart; the expression is vital.

Every language is a world. Without translation, we would inhabit parishes bordering on silence.

The immense majority of human biographies are a gray transit between domestic spasm and oblivion.

The age of the book is almost gone.

To many men... the miasma of peace seems more suffocating than the bracing air of war.

Language can only deal meaningfully with a special, restricted segment of reality. The rest, and it is presumably the much larger part, is silence.

There is something terribly wrong with a culture inebriated by noise and gregariousness.

Books — the best antidote against the marsh-gas of boredom and vacuity.

We know that a man can read Goethe or Rilke in the evening, that he can play Bach and Schubert, and go to his day's work at Auschwitz in the morning.