The Masterpiece Quotes

“From the moment I start a new novel, life’s just one endless torture. The first few chapters may go fairly well and I may feel there’s still a chance to prove my worth, but that feeling soon disappears and every day I feel less and less satisfied. I begin to say the book’s no good, far inferior to my earlier ones, until I’ve wrung torture out of every page, every sentence, every word, and the very commas begin to look excruciatingly ugly. Then, when it’s finished, what a relief! Not the blissful delight of the gentleman who goes into ecstasies over his own production, but the resentful relief of a porter dropping a burden that’s nearly broken his back . . . Then it starts all over again, and it’ll go on starting all over again till it grinds the life out of me, and I shall end my days furious with myself for lacking talent, for not leaving behind a more finished work, a bigger pile of books, and lie on my death-bed filled with awful doubts about the task I’ve done, wondering whether it was as it ought to have been, whether I ought not to have done this or that, expressing my last dying breath the wish that I might do it all over again!”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“The past was but the cemetery of our illusions: one simply stubbed one's toes on the gravestones.”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“The thing is, work has simply swamped my whole existence. Slowly but surely it's robbed me of my mother, my wife, and everything that meant anything to me. It's like a germ planted in the skull that devours the brain, spreads to the trunk and the limbs, and destroys the entire body in time. No sooner am I out of bed in the morning than work clamps down on me and pins me to my desk before I've even had a breath of fresh air. It follows me to lunch and I find myself chewing over sentences as I'm chewing my food. It goes with me when I go out, eats out of my plate at dinner and shares my pillow in bed at night. It's so extremely merciless that once the process of creation is started, it's impossible for me to stop it, and it goes on growing and working even when I'm asleep. ... Outside that, nothing, nobody exists.”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“Haven't I told you scores of times, that you're always beginners, and the greatest satisfaction was not in being at the top, but in getting there, in the enjoyment you get out of scaling the heights? That's something you don't understand, and can't understand until you've gone through it yourself. You're still at the state of unlimited illusions, when a good, strong pair of legs makes the hardest road look short, and you've such a mighty appetite for glory that the tiniest crumb of success tastes delightfully sweet. You're prepared for a feast, you're going to satisfy your ambition at last, you feel it's within reach and you don't care if you give the skin off your back to get it! And then, the heights are scaled, the summits reached, and you've got to stay there. That's when the torture begins; you've drunk your excitement to the dregs and found it all too short and even rather bitter, and you wonder whether it was really worth the struggle. From that point there is no more unknown to explore, no new sensations to experience. Pride has had its brief portion of celebrity; you know that your best has been given and you're surprised it hasn't brought a keener sense of satisfaction. From that moment the horizon starts to empty of all hopes that once attracted you towards it. There's nothing to look forward to but death. But in spite of that you cling on, you don't want to feel you're played out, you persist in trying to produce something, like old men persist in trying to make love, with painful, humiliating results. ... If only we could have the courage to hang ourselves in front of our last masterpiece!”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is?”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“Quand je pense, dit Sandoz, que ces petits fignoleurs de l'École et du journalisme l'ont accusé de paresse et d'ignorance, en répétant les uns à la suite des autres qu'il avait toujours refusé d'apprendre son métier ! (...) Jamais ils ne comprendront que ce qu'on apporte, lorsqu'on a la gloire d'apporter quelque chose, déforme ce qu'on apprend.”
― Émile Zola, L'Œuvre

“What is art, after all, if not simply giving out what you have inside you? Didn't it all boil down to sticking a female in front of you and painting her as you feel she is? - page35”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“Es mußte so kommen«, sagte er nachdenklich mit leiser Stimme. »Dieses Übermaß von Betriebsamkeit und Stolz auf unser Wissen mußte uns in den Zweifel zurückschleudern. Dies Jahrhundert, das schon soviel Licht gebracht hat, mußte mit der Drohung einer von neuem hereinbrechenden Finsternis enden.”
― Émile Zola, Les Rougon-Macquart, tome 14 : L'Oeuvre

“Il retomba sur le dos, il élargit les bras dans l'herbe, parut vouloir entrer dans la terre, riant, plaisantant.
"Ah ! bonne terre, prends-moi, toi qui es la mère commune, l'unique source de la vie ! toi l'éternelle, l'immortelle, où circule l'âme du monde, cette sève épandue jusque dans les pierres, et qui fait des arbres nos grands frères immobiles !... Oui, je veux me perdre en toi, c'est toi que je sens là, sous mes membres, m'étreignant et m'enflammant, c'est toi seule qui seras dans mon oeuvre comme la force première, le moyen et le but, l'arche immense, où toutes les choses s'animent du souffle de tous les êtres !" [...] "Est-ce bête, une âme à chacun de nous, quand il y a cette grande âme !”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“Tous les deux, Delacroix et Courbet, se sont produits à l'heure voulue. Ils ont fait chacun son pas en avant. Et maintenant, oh! maintenant...» Il se tut, se recula pour juger l'effet, s'absorba une minute dans la sensation de son œuvre, puis repartit;«Maintenant, il faut autre chose... Ah!”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece

“Il renversa la tête, il ajouta entre ses dents;«Nom d'un chien, c'est encore noir! J'ai ce sacré Delacroix dans l'œil. Et ça, tiens! cette main-là, c'est du Courbet... Ah! nous y trempons tous, dans la sauce romantique. Notre jeunesse y a trop barboté, nous en sommes barbouillés jusqu'au menton. Il nous faudra une fameuse lessive.» Sandoz haussa désespérément les épaules: lui aussi se lamentait d'être né au confluent d'Hugo et de Balzac.”
― Émile Zola, The Masterpiece