The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation |
The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation |
The natural role of twentieth-century man is anxiety |
The platitude turned on its head is still a platitude |
The sickness of our times for me has been just this damn thing that everything has been getting smaller and smaller and less and less important, that the romantic spirit has dried up, that there is no shame today. We're all getting so mean and small and petty and ridiculous, and we all live under the threat of extermination. |
There are four stages in a marriage. First there's the affair, then the marriage, then children and finally the fourth stage, without which you cannot know a woman, the divorce. |
There is nothing safe about sex. There never will be. |
There is one expanding horror in American life. It is that our long odyssey toward liberty, democracy and freedom-for-all may be achieved in such a way that utopia remains forever closed, and we live in freedom and hell, debased of style, not individual from one another, void of courage, our fear rationalized away. |
There is, |
There was no one ever in American life who was remotely like Truman Capote. Small wonder, then, if people are still fascinated by him. |
There was that law of life, so cruel and so just, that one must grow or else pay more for remaining the same. |
There's a subterranean impetus towards pornography so powerful that half the business world is juiced by the sort of half sex that one finds in advertisements. |
To be a mainstream American is to live as an oxymoron. You are a good Christian, but you strain to remain dynamically competitive. |
Tough guys don't dance. You had better believe it. |
Tough guys don't dance. You had better believe it. |