Quotes About Author

You were right, I suppose, in keeping your distance. I was too intent on self-fulfillment, and rather crude about it, with all my harlequinade and conscious manipulation of your pity.

What Patriot wrote that shit?

the day of the publication of the true literature of the American body will be day of Revolution the revolution of the sexy lamb

There's a guy, Anatole Broyard, of the N. Y. Times Book Review, who's still chasing Kerouac's corpse with a stiletto.

I was so sick that I found myself worrying about the future of man's soul, my own in particular.

The world knows the love that's in its breast as in the flower, the suffering lonely world.

My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right. I won't say the Lord's Prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.

problems in her own office; maybe because

The moral of this story is not everything that's slick is non-stick, and not everything non-stick is slick.

While I am interested both in economics and in philosophy, the union of my interests in the two fields far exceeds their intersection

If there was anyone ma-porma during the Fil-American War, it was Heneral Goyo.

A popular author is one who writes what the people think. Genius invites them to think something else.

The fact that boys are allowed to exist at all is evidence of a remarkable Christian forbearance among men.

for St. Andrew, who testified upon one of that shape. In the algebra of psychology x stands for Woman's mind.

reverent title had previously been forced upon him by the religious scruples of the last newspaper in which a part of the work had appeared, with the natural

In Bacon we see the culminating prime Of British intellect and British crime.

One body might just be a coincidence. Two make a conspiracy.

But I'd rather not add to my regrets. The gods know I got a queue of the bastards.

Always the ones quickest to insults got the thinnest skin, for some reason.

How you feeling Forley?' asked the Dogman. 'Bad, but you got to have fear to have courage.

It's a fool who makes folk choose too often between loyalty and good sense.

The Young Lion. What kind o' name is that?' 'Ridiculous.' Clover held up his hands and fluttered the fingers. 'The Great Wolf! Now that's a name.

He would have liked to ask Tunny for his opinion. No one had better instincts for self-preservation, after all. But Tunny had, of course, followed those very instincts and slipped away as the riots worsened.

The difference between misery and happiness was the right word from her.