Occupation: Novelist Birth: January 19, 1921 Death: February 4, 1995
What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?.
I have no television - I hate it..
He loved possessions, not masses of them, but a select few that he did not part with.They gave a man self-respect. Not ostentation but quality, and t….
I can't write if someone else is in the house, not even the cleaning woman..
They were not friends. They didn't know each other. It struck Tom like a horrible truth, true for all time, true for the people he had known in the p….
One situation – maybe one alone – could drive me to murder: family life, togetherness..
My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people..
Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing..
My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of mem….
This is what I like, sitting at a table and watching people go by. It does something to your outlook on life. The Anglo-Saxons make a great mistake n….
one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill..
I think J.D. Salinger is correct in granting no interviews, and in making no speeches.
If people have bought something of mine, they know by now that I will decline writing it for the movies.
Dusk was falling quickly. It was just after 7 P.M., and the month was October..
The night was a time for bestial affinities, for drawing closer to oneself..
I don`t set the alarm to get up. I get up when I feel like it..
January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was….
Each book is, in a sense, an argument with myself, and I would write it, whether it is ever published or not..
The kiss became the narrowed center of the still point of the turning world, so that even the park was turning in comparison to the still peace at th….
The first person you should think of pleasing, in writing a book, is yourself. If you can amuse yourself for the length of time it takes to write a b….
Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother.