A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times |
A poet is a man who manages, in a lifetime of standing out in thunderstorms, to be struck by lightning five or six times |
He thinks that Schiller and St Paul were just two Partisan Review editors. |
I decided that Europeans and Americans are like men and women: they understand each other worse, and it matters less, than either of them suppose. |
I think that one possible definition of our modern culture is that it is one in which nine-tenths of our intellectuals can't read any poetry |
If we meet an honest and intelligent politician, a dozen, a hundred, we say they aren't like politicians at all, and our category of politicians stays unchanged; we know what politicians are like |
In the United States, there one feels free . . . Except from the Americans - but every pearl has its oyster. |
It is better to entertain an idea than to take it home to live with you for the rest of your life |
One of the most obvious facts about grownups to a child is that they have forgotten what it is like to be a child. |
President Robbins was so well adjusted to his environment that sometimes you could not tell which was the environment and which was President Robbins. |
The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner. From my mother's sleep, I fell into the State, and I hunched in its belly until my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life, I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters. When I died, they washed me out of the turret with a hose. |
The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks |
The Southern past, the Southern present, the Southern future became one of red clay pine barrens, of chain-gang camps, of housewives dressed in flour sacks who stare all day dully down into dirty sinks. |
The Southern past, the Southern present, the Southern future became one of red clay pine barrens, of chain-gang camps, of housewives dressed in flour sacks who stare all day dully down into dirty sinks. |
To Americans, English manners are far more frightening than none at all. |