Tricksters – Quotes

Memory is, of course,

Memory is, of course, a trickster. Frances Mayes

If there was a

If there was a trick, there must be a trickster. Dorothy Richardson

I like the idea

I like the idea of it as a trickster motif. You know like you’re kind of just messing around with people’s memories of songs. DJ Spooky

The art of a

The art of a news reporter is to learn how to lull a victim, because all good reporters are confidence tricksters in embryo. Derek Tangye

No event for the Koyukon – or for most other indigenous peoples – is ever entirely meaningless or accidental, but neither is any event entirely predetermined or fated. Rather like the trickster, Raven, who first gave it its current form, the sensuous world is a spontaneous, playful and dangerous mystery in which we participate, an … Read more

The trickster, the riddler,

The trickster, the riddler, the keeper of balance, he of the many faces who finds life in death and who fears no evil; he who walks through doors. Christopher Paolini

I am not times

I am not times fool, nor a god hardened by the millennia; I am not the trickster in the black cape nor the sorrowful wanderer. I have a conscience. I know right from wrong I know what I do and yes, I do it. I am the Vampire Lestat. That’s your answer do with it … Read more

And I think it’s

And I think it’s because good cons are all based on the victim’s need, and the successful con artist is the one, I guess, who can exploit that. I remember reading something about this, that one of the great traits of confidence tricksters is the level that they flatter their victim. Alfred Molina

Nature conceals her secrets

Nature conceals her secrets because she is sublime, not because she is a trickster. Albert Einstein

He was beautiful, that

He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.
A. S. Byatt