Literary criticism is generally bunk. Nonsense. Usually based on self-serving post-intellectual bullshit.
Oh, God, help me! And I walked faster, my thoughts pursuing me, and I began to run, my frozen shoes squealing like mice, but running didn't help, the… - John Fante
Oh, God, help me! And I walked faster, my thoughts pursuing me, and I began to run, my frozen shoes squealing like mice, but running didn't help, the…
- John Fante
Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you s… - John Fante
Los Angeles, give me some of you! Los Angeles come to me the way I came to you, my feet over your streets, you pretty town I loved you so much, you s…
One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Buker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I… - John Fante
One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Buker Hill, down in the middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I…
If there is work there is warmth, that when a man has freedom of movement it is enough, for then his blood is hot too - John Fante
If there is work there is warmth, that when a man has freedom of movement it is enough, for then his blood is hot too
You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love. - John Fante
You are nobody, and I might have been somebody, and the road to each of us is love.
Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name. - John Fante
Ask the dust on the road! Ask the Joshua trees standing alone where the Mojave begins. Ask them about Camilla Lopez, and they will whisper her name.
Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche? - John Fante
Almighty God, I am sorry I am now an atheist, but have You read Nietzsche?
Well, this is good for me, this is experience, I am here for a reason, these moments run into pages, the seamy side of life. - John Fante
Well, this is good for me, this is experience, I am here for a reason, these moments run into pages, the seamy side of life.
I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living - John Fante
I felt his hot tears and the loneliness of man and the sweetness of all men and the aching haunting beauty of the living
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