Iris Murdoch (1919-1999)
Dame Iris Murdoch DBE (15 July 1919 – 8 February 1999) was an Irish-born British author and philosopher, best known for her novels about good and evil, sexual relationships, morality, and the power of the unconscious. Her first published novel, Under the Net, was selected in 1998 as one of Modern Library's 100 best English-language novels of the 20th century. In 1987, she was made a Dame Commander of the Order of the British Empire. In 2008, The Times ranked Murdoch twelfth on a list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945".[1]
Quotes·Quotations by Iris Murdoch
¶ All art is a struggle to be, in a particular sort of way, virtuous.
¶ Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
¶ But fantasy kills imagination, pornography is death to art.
¶ My happiness has a sad face, so sad that for years I took it for my unhappiness and drove it away.
¶ Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.
¶ Falling out of love is very enlightening. For a short while you see the world with new eyes.
¶ We can only learn to love by loving.
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