It snowed all week. Wheels and footsteps moved soundlessly on the street, as if the business of living continued secretly behind a pale but impenetrable curtain. In the falling quiet there was no sky...
They shared a doom against which virtue was no defense
A very fine artist can take something quite ordinary and, through sheer artistry and willpower, turn it into a work of art.
Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.
Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,' Holly advised him. 'That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg....
Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.
He’d always been willing to confess his faults, for, by admitting them, it was as if he made them no longer exist.
She was never without dark glasses, she was always well groomed, there was a consequential good taste in the plainness of her clothes, the blues and grays and lack of luster that made her, herself, sh...
I’ve tried that. I’ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I’ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and g...
When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.
Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.
The blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you...
Love, having no geography, knows no boundaries.
In California everyone goes to a therapist is a therapist or is a therapist going to a therapist.
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make.
I thought of the future, and spoke of the past.
I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was no egoist… he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection, the one beautiful comrade, the only inseparable lov...
I believe in hanging. Just so long as I'm not the one being hanged.
She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox.