A collection of short stories is generally thought to be a horrendous clinker; an enforced courtesy for the elderly writer who wants to display the trophies of his youth, along with his trout flies. |
A collection of short stories is generally thought to be a horrendous clinker; an enforced courtesy for the elderly writer who wants to display the trophies of his youth, along with his trout flies. |
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey's gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind |
All literary men are Red Sox fans - to be a Yankee fan in a literate society is to endanger your life. |
Art is the triumph over chaos. |
Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house. |
Fiction is experimentation; when it ceases to be that, it ceases to be fiction. |
For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain [and] the noise of battle. [It] has the power to give grief or universality that lends it a youthful beauty. |
Good writers are often excellent at a hundred other things, but writing promises a greater latitude for the ego. |
He had that spooky bass voice meant to announce that he had entered the kingdom of manhood, but Rosalie knew that he was still outside the gates. |
He was a tall man with an astonishing and somehow elegant curvature of the spine, formed by an enlarged lower abdomen, which he carried in a stately and contented way, as if it contained money and securities. |
Homesickness is nothing Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. |
Homesickness is nothing Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time. |
I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss-you can't do it alone. |
I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind. |