Quotes from James Thurber

Por qué no le preguntó usted como era que se encontraba allí con el? Encendí un cigarro y contesté: - Señora, tenía miedo de que desapareciera de repente

Su cabeza trabaja tan deprisa que su cuerpo no puede seguirla

Let us not go back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness.

Con una visión perfecta uno se ve inextricablemente atrapado en el mundo cotidiano, prisionero de la realidad (...) Para la persona con ojos de halcón, la vida no posee ninguno de aquellos aspectos suaves que para mí se confunde con la fantasía

Lately, I have been wondering if there is time left for daydreaming in this 21st-century world of constant communication. Or are we held hostage by our fascination and focus on small, lighted screens seemingly glued to the palms of our hands?

You caught only glimpses of Ross, even if you spent a long evening with him.

All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from and to and why.

He would say to a suitor, "What is the difference in the length of my legs?" and if the youth replied, "Why, one is shorter than the other," the Duke would run him through with the sword he carried in his swordcane and feed him to the geese. The suitor was supposed to say, "Why, one is longer than the other.

Though statisticians in our time have never kept the score man wants a great deal here below and Woman even more.

Woman's place is in the wrong.

I have the reputation for having read all of Henry James. Which would argue a misspent youth and middle age.

I'm sixty-five but if there were fifteen months in every year I'd only be forty-eight.

My opposition to Interviews lies in the fact that offhand answers have little value or grace of expression, and that such oral give and take helps to perpetuate the decline of the English language.

He knows all about art, but he doesn't know what he likes.

Most of the faint intimations of immortality of which we are occasionally aware would seem to arise out of Art or the materials of Art.

With sixty staring me in the face, I have developed inflammation of the sentence structure and definite hardening of the paragraphs.

A false or misunderstood word may create as much disaster as a sudden thoughtless act.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

Speed is scarcely the noblest virtue of graphic composition, but it has its curious rewards. There is a sense of getting somewhere fast, which satisfies a native American urge.

The only rules comedy can tolerate are those of taste, and the only limitations those of libel.

A drawing is always dragged down to the level of its caption.

It's a naive domestic Burgundy without any breeding, but I think you'll be amused by its presumption.

All men should strive to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why.

The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody's guess