Hell came right along with God, hand in hand. The stink of sulfur swirled in the air of the church, fire burned in the aisles, and brimstone rained o…

- Harry Crews

I think all of us are looking for that which does not admit of bullshit . . . If you tell me you can bench press 450, hell, we'll load up the bar and…

- Harry Crews

Men to whom God is dead worship one another.

- Harry Crews

The writers job is to get naked, To hide nothing. To look away from nothing. To look at it. To not blink. To be not embarrassed or shamed of it. Stri…

- Harry Crews

Alcohol whipped me. Alcohol and I had many, many marvelous times together. We laughed, we talked, we danced at the party together; then one day I wok…

- Harry Crews

Writers spend all their time preoccupied with just the things that their fellow men and women spend their time trying to avoid thinking about. ... It…

- Harry Crews

What the artist owes the world is his work; not a model for living.

- Harry Crews

If you're gonna write, for God in heaven's sake, try to get naked. Try to write the truth. Try to get underneath all the sham, all the excuses, all t…

- Harry Crews

There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else.

- Harry Crews