If you're living in your time, you cannot help but to write about the things that are important.
If you know how to read, you have a complete education about life, then you know how to vote within a democracy. But if you don't know how to read, you don't know how to decide. That's the great thing...
— Някои хора униват твърде млади — каза той. — Причина като че ли няма, просто, изглежда, такива се раждат. Уязвяват се по-лесно, уморяват се по-бързо, разплакват се от малко, мъчно забравят и, както...
You who walk the earth know only the moment, which is whisked away with your next exhalation.
Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation.
Why is it, he said, one time, at the subway entrance, I feel I've known you so many years?Because I like you, she said, and I don't want anything from you.
The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.
The crisis is past and all is well, the sheep returns to the fold. We're all sheep who have strayed at times. Truth is truth, to the end of reckoning, we've cried. They are never alone that are accomp...
That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.
Remember, the firemen are rarely necessary. The public itself stopped reading of its own accord.
Perfect, faultless, in ruins, yes, but perfect,nevertheless.
People die every day, psychologically speaking. Some part of them gets tired. And that small part tries to kill off the entire person.
My dear, you never will understand time, will you? You're always trying to be the things you were, instead of the person you are tonight. Why do you save those ticket stubs and theater programs? They'...
How's Uncle Louis today? Who? And Aunt Maude?
His library was a fine dark place bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so d...
His heart cringed from the fanning motion of ribs like pale spiders crouched and fiddling with their prey.
He wore his happiness like a mask and the girl had run off across the lawn with the mask and there was no way of going to knock on her door and ask for it back.
He had felt that a moment before his making the turn, someone had been there. The air seemed charged with a special calm as if someone had waited there, quietly, and only a moment before he came, simp...
Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them...
From the outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living.