A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.
From Thomas Wolfe
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it.
Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you.
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.
You have reached the pinnacle of success as soon as you become uninterested in money, compliments, or publicity.
All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.
Culture is the arts elevated to a set of beliefs.
Publishing is a very mysterious business. It is hard to predict what kind of sale or reception a book will have, and advertising seems to do very little good.
Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement.
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