Occupation: Author Birth: May 28, 1916 Death: May 10, 1990
Home may be where the heart is but it's no place to spend Wednesday afternoon..
The present age is demented. It is possessed by a sense of dislocation, a loss of personal identity, an alternating sentimentality and rage which, in….
Have you noticed that only in time of illness or disaster or death are people real?.
Bourbon does for me what the piece of cake did for Proust..
How did it happen that now he could see everything so clearly. Something had given him leave to live in the present. Not once in his entire life had ….
To become aware of the possibility of the search is to be onto something..
We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their face away..
In this world goodness is destined to be defeated. But a man must go down fighting. That is the victory. To do anything less is to be less than a man..
Genius consists not in making great discoveries, but in seeing the connection between small discoveries..
Fiction doesn’t tell us something we don’t know, it tells us something we know but don’t know that we know..
For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead. It happens when I speak to people. In the middle of a sentence it wi….
You live in a deranged age, more deranged than usual because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea o….
Why has the South produced so many good writers? Because we got beat..
My mother refused to let me fail. So I insisted..
If I had the choice of knowing the truth or searching for the truth, I'd take the search..
Before, I wandered as a diversion. Now I wander seriously and sit and read as a diversion..
Americans are the nicest, most generous, and sentimental people on earth. Yet Americans have killed more unborn children than any nation in history..
The so-called sexual revolution is not, as advertised, a liberation of sexual behavior but rather its reversal. In former days, even under Victoria, ….
I like to eat crawfish and drink beer. That's despair?.
In a word, the consumer of mass culture is lonely, not only lonely, but spiritually impoverished..
Lucky is the man who does not secretly believe that every possibility is open to him..