This is what you know about someone you have to hate: he charges you with his crime and castigates himself in you.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that people often project their own flaws onto others, leading to misplaced anger and blame.
Philip Roth's quote highlights the complex nature of relationships, particularly the tendency of individuals to deflect their own guilt or negative traits onto others. It implies that in interpersonal dynamics, one may end up feeling responsible for another's shortcomings or emotional turmoil, which can result in resentment and emotional strain.
In practice
This quote could be used in a discussion about toxic relationships during a therapy session.
American society [...] not only sanctions gross and unfair relations among men, but it encourages them. Now, can that be denied? No. Rivalry, competition, envy, jealousy, all that is malignant in human character is nourished by the system. Possession, money, property--on such corrupt standards as these do you people measure happiness and success.
I have a slogan I use when I get anxious writing, which happens quite a bit: ‘the ordeal is part of the commitment.’ It’s one of my mantras. It makes a lot of things doable.
Everybody who flashed the signs of loyalty he took to be loyal. Everybody who flashed the signs of intelligence he took to be intelligent. And so he had failed to see into his daughter, failed to see into his wife, failed to see into his one and only mistress—probably had never even begun to see into himself
When you publish a book, it's the world's book. The world edits it.
It isn't that you subordinate your ideas to the force of the facts in autobiography but that you construct a sequence of stories to bind up the facts with a persuasive hypothesis that unravels your history's meaning.
That's what you're looking for as a writer when you're working. You're looking for your own freedom. To lose your inhibition to delve deep into your memory and experiences and life and then to find the prose that will persuade the reader.
Maybe in order to understand sex fully/one has to risk being destroyed by it.
I saw my ex-husband in the street. I was sitting on the steps of the new library. Hello, my life, I said. We had once been married for twenty-seven years, so I felt justified. He said, What? What life? No life of mine.
Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories.
Does not a man physically tremble under the mere look of a wild beast or fellow-man that is stronger than himself? Does not a woman redden all over when she feels her lover's eyes on her? How then should one doubt the mysterious power of one individual over another?
Those men are most apt to be obsequious and conciliating abroad, who are under the discipline of shrews at home.
No woman gets an orgasm from shining the kitchen floor.
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