“ Our country is the best country in the world. We are swimming in prosperity and our President is the best president in the world. We have larger apples and better cotton and faster and more beautiful… John Cheever
“ I dream that someone in space says to me: So let us rush, then, to see the world. It is shaped like an egg, covered with seas and continents, warmed and lighted by the sun. It has churches of indescri… John Cheever
“ Another historical peculiarity of the place was the fact that its large mansions, those relics of another time, had not been reconstructed to serve as nursing homes for that vast population of comatos… John Cheever
“ Each year, we rent a house at the edge of the sea and drive there in the first of the summer—with the dog and cat, the children, and the cook—arriving at a strange place a little before dark. The jour… John Cheever
“ Like all bitter men, Flint knew less than half the story and was more interested in unloading his own peppery feelings than in learning the truth. John Cheever
“ It was one of those midsummer Sundays when everyone sits around saying, I drank too much last night. John Cheever
“ The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable. John Cheever
“ When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places. John Cheever
“ Bradish had never had any occasion to experience self-righteousness other than the self-righteousness of the sinner. John Cheever
“ The need to write comes from the need to make sense of one's life and discover one's usefulness. John Cheever
“ The image of a cleanly, self-possessed man exploiting his solitude was not easy to come by, but then he had not expected that it would be. John Cheever
“ All scornful descriptions of American landscapes with ruined tenements, automobile dumps, polluted rivers, jerry-built ranch houses, abandoned miniature golf links, cinder deserts, ugly hoardings, uns… John Cheever
“ Sembrava, mentre pattinavo al centro del laghetto, che il numero di stelle che riuscivo a vedere si fosse moltiplicato. Erano disseminate fitte come una gettata di bucaneve. John Cheever
“ The novel remains for me one of the few forms...where we can describe, step by step, minute by minute, our not altogether unpleasant struggle to put ourselves into a viable and devout relationship to… John Cheever
