Occupation: Author Birth: October 17, 1903 Death: December 22, 1940
Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily..
He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ….
Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears..
It is hard to laugh at the need for beauty and romance, no matter how tasteless, even horrible, the results of that need are. But it is easy to sigh.….
At college, and perhaps for a year afterwards, they had believed in literature, had believed in Beauty and in personal expression as an absolute end.….
You once said to me that I talk like a man in a book. I not only talk, but think and feel like one. I have spent my life in books; literature has dee….
He felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking it..
Only those who still have hope can benefit from tears. When they finish, they feel better. But to those without hope, whose anguish is basic and perm….
Art Is a Way Out. Do not let life overwhelm you. When the old paths are choked with the débris of failure, look for newer and fresher paths. Art is j….
Prayers for the condemned man will be offered on an adding machine. Numbers constitute the only universal language..
Like a dead man, only friction could make him warm or violence make him mobile..
No dream ever entirely disappears. Somewhere it troubles some unfortunate person and some day, when that person has been sufficiently troubled, it wi….
Betty took him for a walk in the zoo and he was amused by her evident belief in the curative power of animals. She seemed to think that it must stead….
Crowds of people moved through the streets with a dream-like violence..
Man spends a great deal of time making order out of chaos, yet insists that the emotions be disordered. I order my emotions: I am insane..
Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing..
Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity..
Numbers constitute the only universal language..
It's solitary drinking that makes drunkards..
He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain..
Let him ride a horse. He's a cowboy ain't he?.