In depression this faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come- not in a d...
I would give almost anything I own to be alive when that day comes, as it surely will, when Harry Byrd sees negro men and women sitting not at the back of the bus but riding free and equal through all...
I was so completely dependent on him, you see, and that was not a healthy thing.
I get a fine warm feeling when I'm doing well, but that pleasure is pretty much negated by the pain of getting started each day. Let's face it, writing is hell.
The repressiveness of a society in general is directly proportionate to its harsh repression of sexual language. What
La negra noche del alma humana cuando millones de inocentes sufrían y morían bajo la dominación nazi.
Depression, which can be as serious a medical affair as diabetes or cancer.
We each devise our means of escape from the intolerable.
There he must, despite the anguish devouring his brain, present a face approximating the one that is associated with ordinary events and companionship. He must try to utter small talk, and be responsi...
The libido also made an early exit, as it does in most major illnesses—it is the superfluous need of a body in beleaguered emergency.
That I chose Independence Day as the moment to strike was of course a piece of deliberate irony.
She had not planned to weep—it was the last thing from her mind, a display of mawkish weakness—but she could not help it.
In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself in a dark wood, For I had lost the right path.
I suppose the truth is simply that it was possible for benefits like these to accrue only to a Negro lucky enough to remain in the poor but relatively benign atmosphere of Virginia. For here in this w...
I don’t know what to say. Don’t try, she said, sighing. Oh, it’s so hot! And thought, Indeed if I consider Charlottesville that will be all. Which is worse, past or future? Neither. I will fold up my...
How simultaneously enfeebling and insulting is an empty page! Devoid
Hogwash! he exclaimed. Christianity is finished and done with. Don’t you know that, Reverend? And don’t you realize further that it was the message contained in Holy Scripture that was the cause, the...
For me the real healers were seclusion and time.
During that spring afternoon’s jaunt in the company of one of Poland’s most influential anti-Semites, her admirer Walter Dürrfeld, like his host, uttered not a word about Jews. Six years later almost...
And I realize how faulty were my own perceptions, how clumsily I handled the situation, with what lack of wit and with what ineffectiveness did I deal with Nathan at a moment when supreme delicacy was...