As I look back, I see that life is like a game of solitaire and every once in a while there is a move.
I always knew writing a novel was a great thing. - James Salter
I always knew writing a novel was a great thing.
- James Salter
I like men who have known the best and the worst, whose life has been anything but a smooth trip. Storms have battered them, they have lain, sometime… - James Salter
I like men who have known the best and the worst, whose life has been anything but a smooth trip. Storms have battered them, they have lain, sometime…
Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit. Most of the d… - James Salter
Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit. Most of the d…
Normally, what you’re envious of is a book, not a writer: standards, ideas, levels … almost nonexistent things. - James Salter
Normally, what you’re envious of is a book, not a writer: standards, ideas, levels … almost nonexistent things.
Dialogue's a method of revelation, of course. A few words of dialogue can reveal worlds about a character. - James Salter
Dialogue's a method of revelation, of course. A few words of dialogue can reveal worlds about a character.
Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave - James Salter
Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave
What is the ultimate impulse to write? Because all this is going to vanish. - James Salter
What is the ultimate impulse to write? Because all this is going to vanish.
There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this floo… - James Salter
There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this floo…
I'm tired of my life, my clothes, the things I say. I'm hacking away at the surface, as at some kind of gray ice, trying to break through to what is … - James Salter
I'm tired of my life, my clothes, the things I say. I'm hacking away at the surface, as at some kind of gray ice, trying to break through to what is …
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