The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous, in the nose sulphurous, smelling of lightning.
The American really loves nothing but his automobile: not his wife his child nor his country nor even his bank-account first (in fact he doesn't really love that bank-account nearly as much as foreign...
Tell about the South. What's it like there. What do they do there. Why do they live there. Why do they live at all.
It is because so much happens. Too much happens. That's it. Man performs, engenders, so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything. That's it. That's w...
I will never lie again.
Father was teaching us that all men are just accumulations dolls stuffed with sawdust swept up from the trash heaps where all previous dolls had been thrown away the sawdust flowing from what wound in...
Man performs and engenders so much more than he can or should have to bear. That's how he finds that he can bear anything.
You intend to kiss me and yet you are going to all this damn trouble about it.
War and drink are the two things man is never too poor to buy.
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
Given the choice between the experience of pain and nothing, I would choose pain.
Women will show pride and honor about almost anything except love ...
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it.Then write....
Though children can accept adults as adults, adults can never accept children as anything but adults too.
Tell um de good Lawd dont keer whether he bright er not. Dont nobody but white trash keer dat.
I am older at twenty than a lot of people who have died.
I don't think anybody can teach anybody anything. I think that you learn it, but the young writer that is as I say demon-driven and wants to learn and has got to write, he don't know why, he will lear...
Most of life is just a preparation for getting ready to be dead for a very long period of time.
She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but e...
Now she hates me. I have taught her that, at least.