Quotes About Author

He has waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths

I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

My whole theory of writing I can sum up in one sentence. An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmasters of ever afterward.

They're a rotten lot, I shouted, across the lawn. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared-really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.

I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can.

sometimes i wish i'd been an englishman; american life is so damned dumb and stupid and healthy

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life—it can be a superabundance of interest...

but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.

Open the whisky, Tom,' she ordered, 'and I'll make you a mint julep. Then you won't seem so stupid to yourself... Look at the mint!

Baltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.

The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all.

I married the heroine of my stories.

So my first impression, that he was a person of some undefined consequence, had gradually faded and he had become simply the proprietor of an elaborate road-house next door.

I'm very damn wet!' he said aloud to the sundial.

Like so many men he had found that he had only one or two ideas - that his little collection of pamphlets now in its fiftieth German edition contained the germ of all he would ever think or know.

The sea, he thought, had treasured its memories deeper than the faithless land.

It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn glitter like spring.

I hate careless people. That's why I like you.

Note also in the epilogue that I want to show that Stahr left certain harm behind him just as he left good behind him.