Awards & Winners

Robertson Davies

Date of Birth 28-August-1913
Place of Birth Thamesville
(Ontario)
Nationality Canada
Also know as William Robertson Davies
Profession Writer, Novelist, Journalist, Playwright, Professor
Quotes
  • The eyes see only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
  • If I had my way books would not be written in English, but in an exceedingly difficult secret language that only skilled professional readers and story-tellers could interpret. Then people like you would have to go to public halls and pay good prices to hear the professionals decode and read the books aloud for you. This plan would have the advantage of scaring off all amateur authors, retired politicians, country doctors and I-Married-a-Midget writers who would not have the patience to learn the secret language.
  • Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons.
  • A Librettist is a mere drudge in the world of opera.
  • You never see what you want to see, forever playing to the gallery.
  • He types his labored column -- weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.
  • A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight.
  • The world is burdened with young fogies. Old men with ossified minds are easily dealt with. But men who look young, act young and everlastingly harp on the fact that they are young, but who nevertheless think and act with a degree of caution that would be excessive in their grandfathers, are the curse of the world. Their very conservatism is secondhand, and they don't know what they are conserving.
  • Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular. But it is not something that can be demanded from life, and if you are not happy you had better stop worrying about it and see what treasures you can pluck from your own brand of unhappiness.
  • Comparatively few people know what a million dollars actually is. To the majority it is a gaseous concept, swelling or decreasing as the occasion suggests. In the minds of politicians, perhaps more than anywhere, the notion of a million dollars has this accordion-like ability to expand or contract; if they are disposing of it, the million is a pleasing sum, reflecting warmly upon themselves; if somebody else wants it, it becomes a figure of inordinate size, not to be compassed by the rational mind.
  • What we call luck is the inner man externalized. We make things happen to us.
  • Too much traffic with a quotation book begets a conviction of ignorance in a sensitive reader. Not only is there a mass of quotable stuff he never quotes, but an even vaster realm of which he has never heard.
  • Few people can see genius in someone who has offended them.
  • I think of an author as somebody who goes into the marketplace and puts down his rug and says, I will tell you a story, and then he passes the hat.
  • If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.
  • Nothing is so easy to fake as the inner vision.
  • The greatest gift that Oxford gives her sons is, I truly believe, a genial irreverence toward learning, and from that irreverence love may spring.
  • Pornography is rather like trying to find out about a Beethoven symphony by having somebody tell you about it and perhaps hum a few bars.
  • The love of truth lies at the root of much humor.
  • Many a promising career has been wrecked by marrying the wrong sort of woman. The right sort of woman can distinguish between Creative Lassitude and plain shiftlessness.
William Robertson Davies, CC, OOnt, FRSC, FRSL was a Canadian novelist, playwright, critic, journalist, and professor. He was one of Canada's best known and most popular authors, and one of its most distinguished "men of letters", a term Davies is variously said to have gladly accepted for himself and to have detested. Davies was the founding Master of Massey College, a graduate residential college associated with the University of Toronto.

Awards by Robertson Davies

Check all the awards nominated and won by Robertson Davies.

1986


Nominations 1986 »

Award Nominated Nominated Work
Man Booker Prize What's Bred in the Bone

1984


1971


Nominations 1971 »

Award Nominated Nominated Work
Governor General's Award for English-language fiction The Manticore