That is what War is, I thought: two ships pass each other, and nobody waves his hand.
Katherine Anne [Porter] treated them like favored nephews; she even cooked meals for them. Unfortunately, however, beneath Christopher’s deference and flattery, there was a steadily growing aggression...
The persecuting majority is vile, says the liberal, the persecuted minority must be stainlessly pure...What's to prevent the bad from being persecuted by the worse? Did all the Christian victims on t...
Think of two people, living together day after day, year after year, in this small space, standing elbow to elbow cooking at the same small stove, squeezing past each other on the narrow stairs, shavi...
All around George, approaching him, crossing his path from every direction, is the male and female raw material which is fed daily into this factory, along the conveyor-belts of the freeways, to be pr...
He feels a nausea of distaste for them all; then sudden rage. Damn all food. Damn all life. He would like to abandon his shopping-cart, although it's already full of provisions.But that would make ext...
So now George has arrived. He is not nervous inthe least. As he gets out of his car, he feels an upsurge of energy, of eagerness for the play to begin. And he walks eagerly, with a springy step, along...
No time to worry about that now. In ten minutes they will have arrived on campus. In ten minutes, George will have to be George—the George they have named and will recognize. So now he consciously app...
Even when they are geniuses in spite of it, their masterpieces are invariably warped.
Everything in the room is like that: unnecessarily solid, abnormally heavy and dangerously sharp.
No one ever hates without a cause....
The gramophone keeps reiterating a statement about life with which I do not agree.
Only those who are capable of silliness can be called truly intelligent.
Mr. Pilates was a bully and a narcissist and a dirty old man; he and Christopher got along very well. When Christopher was doing his workout, Pilates would bring one of his assistants over to watch, r...
If it’s going to be a world with no time for sentiment, it’s not a world that I want to live in.
George smiles to himself, with entire self-satisfaction. Yes, I am crazy, he thinks. That is my secret; my strength.
Despair is something horribly simple.
But now isn’t simply now. Now is also a cold reminder: one whole day later than yesterday, one year later than last year. Every now is labeled with its date, rendering all past nows obsolete, until —...
A veteran, calm and assured, he pauses for a well-measured moment in the doorway of the office and then, boldly, clearly, with the subtly modulated British intonation which his public demands of him,...
A minority is only thought of as a minority when it constitutes some kind of a threat to the majority, real or imaginary.