Living had got to be such a habit with him that he couldn’t conceive of any other condition.
Jesus was the only One that ever raised the dead, The Misfit continued, and He shouldn't have done it. He shown everything off balance. If He did what He said, then it's nothing for you to do but thro...
It is when the individual's faith is weak, not strong, that he will be afraid of an honest fictional representation of life; and when there is a tendency to compartmentalize the spiritual and make it...
I never argue, Jacobs said. That’s because you don’t know this kind of ignorance, Rayber explained. You’ve never experienced it. Jacobs snorted. Oh yes I have, he said. What happened? I never argue. B...
Fiction is about everything human and we are made out of dust, and if you scorn getting yourself dusty, then you shouldn’t try to write fiction.
Free will does not mean one will, but many wills conflicting in one man. Freedom cannot be conceived simply.
Poetry is always dependent on realism, that you have to be a realist or you can’t be a poet. Mrs.
Silly that a grocery should depress one—nothing in it but trifling domestic doings—women buying beans—riding children in those grocery go-carts—higgling about an eighth of a pound more or less of squa...
She was a talker, wasn't she? Bobby Lee said, sliding down the ditch with a yodel. She would of been a good woman, The Misfit said, if it had been somebody there to shoot her every minute of her life....
She had never given much thought to the devil for she felt that religion was essentially for those people who didn’t have the brains to avoid evil without it.
If we forget our past, the speaker was saying, we won’t remember our future and it will be as well for we won’t have one. The General heard some of these words gradually. He had forgotten history and...
Everything that gave her pleasure was small and depressed him.
The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it emotionally.
Time goes forward, it don’t go backward and unless you take what’s offered you, you’ll find yourself out in the cold pitch black and just how far do you think you’ll get?
You can't just say NO, he said. You got to do NO. You got to show it. You got to show you mean it by doing it. You got to show you're not going to do one thing by doing another. You got to make an end...
Yet she could see by their shocked and altered faces that even their virtues were being burned away.
When she told a story, she rolled her eyes and waved her head and was very dramatic.
Vi är allesammans fördömda, sa hon, men somliga av oss har tagit av oss ögonbindlarna och sett att inget finns att se. Det är en slags frälsning.
The meaning of fiction is not abstract meaning but experienced meaning.
In short, I am amenable to criticism, but only within the sphere of what I am trying to do; I will not pretend to do otherwise.