Occupation: Writer Birth: January 1, 1919 Death: January 27, 2010
Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles..
And I can't be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight..
It's not too bad when the sun's out, but the sun only comes out when it feels like coming out..
Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions..
There are still a few men who love desperately..
The rest, with very little exaggeration, was books. Meant-to-be-picked-up books. Permanently-left-behind books. Uncertain-what-to-do-with books. But ….
Sensitive. That killed me. That guy Morrow was about as sensitive as a toilet seat..
It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope..
Phooey, I say, on all white-shoe college boys who edit their campus literary magazines. Give me an honest con man any day..
Get your dirty stinking moron knees off my chest..
I'm sick of just liking people. I wish to God I could meet somebody I could respect..
Girls. You never know what they're going to think..
The Great Gatsby' [...] was my 'Tom Sawyer' when I was twelve [....].
This is God's universe, buddy, not yours, and he has the final say about what's ego and what isn't..
All mothers are slightly insane..
Are all your stars shining?.
Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are... Sex is something I just don't understand. I swear to God..
She was not one for emptying her face of expression..
She wrote to him fairly regularly, from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations..
The room was not impressively large, even by Manhattan apartment-house standards, but its accumulated furnishings might have lent a snug appearance t….
I've never seen such a bunch of apple-eaters..