Get a black suit and just freeload, problem it's too God damned late now even to be any of the things I never wanted to be.
Might not know art but they knew what they liked,
Do you know why the French are so honest? because there are so few words in their language they’re forced to be.
Most people are clever because they don't know how to be honest.
I'm reviewing it, the stooped man said, and started to plod off.-You read it?-No, he said over his shoulder, -but I know the son of a bitch who wrote it.
When he was left alone, when he had pulled out one stop after another (for the work required it), Stanley straightened himself on the seat, tightened the knot of the red necktie, and struck. The music...
What's any artist, but the dregs of his work? the human shambles that follows it around. What's left of the man when the work's done but a shambles of apology.
If we believe that love is weakness? And people resent it, because they think it’s an admission of weakness, they draw away from it… and that’s why you kill the thing you love, because it’s your weakn...
I, it’s just, listen, criticism? It’s the most important art now, it’s the one we need most now. Criticism is the art we need most today. But not, don’t you see? not the if I’d done it myself . . . Ye...
Human, we treat them as we treat others, take for granted services to which they did not pretend. But we force telephones to corrupt intimacy while they pretend to preserve it by keeping alive only it...
Go out among them and tell them that their nostalgia for places they have never been is sex,
But not in this world: things wore out, and you lost them in a thousand ways, preposterous and unconnected with any notion of devotion, martyrdom, sacrifice
What you seek in vain for, half your life, one day you come full upon, all the family at dinner. You seek it like a dream, and as soon as you find it, you become its prey
We've had the goddam Ages of Faith, we've had the goddam Age of Reason. This is the Age of Publicity
That fever had passed; but for the rest of his life it never left his eyes.
That after an hour's silence he can say, The one thing I cannot stand is dampness... That's all, it took him an hour to work that out.
She can paint herself red and hang on the wall and whistle, I don't care
Say a word, say a thousand to me on the telephone and I shall choose the wrong one to cling to as though you had said it after long deliberation when only I provoked it from you, I will cling to it fr...
Originality is a device that untalented people use to impress other untalented people, and protect themselves from talented people . . .
Neighborhood folk still came, in small vanquished numbers and mostly in the afternoon, before the two small dining rooms and the bar were taken over by the educated classes, an ill-dressed, underfed,...