Don't wanna sleep, don't wanna die, just wanna go a-travelin' through the pastures of the sky.
But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbell convenience, I became, through the summer, rather an authority on hers. I discovered, from observing the trash-basket o...
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
Very few authors, especially the unpublished, can resist an invitation to read aloud.
If we know the past, and live the present, it is possible that we dream the future?
I'll never get used to anything. Anybody that does they might as well be dead.
I felt infuriatingly left out -- a tugboat in drydock while she, glittery voyager of secure destination, steamed down the harbor with whistles whistling and confetti in the air.
Here is a hall without exit, a tunnel without end.
But I'm not a saint yet. I'm an alcoholic. I'm a drug addict. I'm homosexual. I'm a genius.
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make.
Then, there on the screen I saw Montgomery Clift and Elizabeth Taylor. An American Tragedy, a film I'd seen at least twice, not that it was all that great, but still it was very good, especially the f...
Sorrow and profound fatigue are at the heart of Dewey's silence. It had been his ambition to learn exactly what happened in that house that night. Twice now he'd been told, and the two versions were v...
Some cities, like wrapped boxes under Christmas trees, conceal unexpected gifts, secret delights. Some cities will always remain wrapped boxes, containers of riddles never to be solved, nor even to be...
I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule and someday I'll try to get around to it.
Home is where you feel at home. I'm still looking.
And when that happens, I know it. A message saying so merely confirms a piece of news some secret vein had already received, severing from me an irreplaceable part of myself, letting it loose like a k...
A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.
И едва тогава си дадох сметка, че под отлично поддържаната повърхност винаги е имало едно ужасено, давещо се дете.