If you're telling me I'm not mature, that's one thing I don't cry over since as far as I can make out it's the same thing as being dead.
I once did something right. I played first-rate basketball. I really did. And after you're first-rate at something, no matter what, it kind of takes the kick out of being second-rate.
I felt the superb iron of Barth’s paragraphs, his magnificent seamless integrity and energy in this realm of prose—the specifically Christian—usually conspicuous for intellectual limpness and dishones...
Трудность общения с остряками cостоит в том, что они смешивают то, во что верят, с тем, во что не верят лишь бы скорее произвести желанный эффект.
The books of the 1920s and ’30s that are most inviting, with their handy size, generous margins, and sharp letterpress type.
Writing … is an addiction, an illusory release, a presumptuous taming of reality, a way of expressing lightly the unbearable. That we age and leave behind this litter of dead, unrecoverable selves is...
Women, fire in their crotch, won't burn out, begin by fighting off pricks, end by going wild hunting for one that still works.
Wir wissen eben nicht, was einer tun sollte, wir haben nicht mehr wir früher Antworten parat; wir wursteln uns bloß weiter durch und versuchen, nicht nachzudenken.
What’s this about you being married? Well, I was. Still am. He regrets that they have started talking about it. A big bubble, the enormity of it, crowds his heart. It’s like when he was a kid and sudd...
We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies.
We all rather live under wraps, don’t we? We hardly ever really open ourselves to the loveliness around us. Yet there it is, every day, going on and on, whether we look at it or not. Such a splendid w...
Understand that we were a crowd of rational people. We knew that a home run cannot be produced at will; the right pitch must be perfectly met and luck must ride with the ball. Three innings before, we...
There’s no medical expense can break us now. They called LBJ every name in the book but believe me he did a lot of good for the little man. Wherever he went wrong, it was his big heart betrayed him. T...
There was a beauty here bigger than the hurtling beauty of basketball, a beauty refined from country pastures, a game of solitariness, of waiting, waiting for the pitcher to complete his gaze toward f...
Sweetie, the bluebird has flown. We're too young to sit around the rest of our lives waiting for it to fly back in the window. It won't. It can't fly backwards.'He was using his hands again in that di...
Part of being human is being on the verge of disgrace.
I like old men. They can be wonderful bastards because they have nothing to lose. The only people who can be themselves are babies and old bastards.
He realizes that the heat on his cheeks is anger; he has been angry ever since he left that diner full of mermaids.
Funny, the world just can’t touch you once you follow your instincts.
Celebrity is a mask that eats into the face.