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 put you under it. Either you can do it or you can'...
James Agee. He was born a prince of the language, and so he remains. And Capote. I don't care what kind of stupid ass remarks he makes, he can write; he really can. When he's on he's really on. Updike...
You get a tattoo like this and a ’do like this, and wear a shirt where the tattoo shows, and you walk into a room of people and feel the animosity, the disapproval, the how-dare-you. You can feel it c...
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.
All Sam Peckinpah ever did in his movies was show that getting hit on the chin doesn't sound like [makes a small popping noise]. When one grown man hits another grown man in the face, it splatters lik...
There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else.
That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night.
It was not any one thing that scared him. It was everything. It was his life. His life terrified him. He didn't see how he was going to get through the rest of it.
Joe Lon and Willard slipped out of their shirts. Willard flipped over and walked around in the dirt on his hands. Joe Lon took the bottle of whiskey out of his back pocket, set it carefully on the ste...
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.
The real artist with no tear in his eye and no sadness in his heart, puts the pages in the fire and does it again!All art is a metaphor it's by telling you one thing when your mean something else.
I first became fascinated with the Sears catalogue because all the people in its pages were perfect. Nearly everybody I knew had something missing, a finger cut off, a toe split, an ear half-chewed aw...
Speaks well of a man to need a little something in this world. I wouldn't trust a man who could git through it cold sober.
Todo hombre es inventor del mundo y justifica todo lo que hay en él mediante el milagro de sí mismo, de la misma forma que todo hombre está convencido de que su nombre aparece el primero en la lista p...
Everybody he knew was going quietly mad from being tied on a leash that was too short.
She felt the snake between her breasts, felt him there, and loved him there, coiled, the deep tumescent S held rigid, ready to strike. She loved the way the snake looked sewn onto her V-neck letter sw...
He knew and accepted for the first time that things would not be different tomorrow. Or ever. Things got different for some people. But for some they did not. There were a lot of things you could do t...
He did not know what love was. And he did not know what good it was. But he knew he carried with him, a scabrous spot of rot, of contagion, for which there was no cure. Rage would not cure it. Indulge...
If you're a person of feeling, if you feel things keenly and deeply—and I don't think you can be a writer unless you feel things not just for the moment but they live in you—that costs you. I don't th...
I am not perfect. It came out in a rush of breath. See I thought I was. Thank God I ain't. See a perfect thing ain't got a chance. The world kills it, everything perfect. (Listen to him!) Now see a th...
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