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| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| ef99c0a | At her dressing table putting on earrings. She is a pretty woman in the prime of life, and her ignorance of financial necessity is complete. Her neck is graceful, her breasts gleamed as they rose in the cloth of her dress, and, seeing the decent and healthy delight she took in her own image, I could not tell her that we were broke. She had sweetened much of my life, and to watch her seemed to freshen the wellsprings of some clear energy in .. | John Cheever | ||
| 1226b5b | His stepmother -wearing a nightgown for comfort and a flowered hat for looks- had spent her days sitting in their parlor window in Baltimore drinking sherry out of a coffee cup. | John Cheever | ||
| 6b65dea | When you get to be as old and as rich as I am, it's hard to meet people. | John Cheever | ||
| 40c0464 | I felt that he was a captive of financial and sentimental commitments, like every other man I know, and that he was no more free to fall in love with a strange woman he saw on a street corner than he was to take a walking trip through French Guiana or to recommence his life in Chicago under an assumed name. | man | John Cheever | |
| ed668a5 | The belief that a crooked heart is betrayed by palsies, tics, and other infirmities dies hard. | John Cheever | ||
| 2b7eba9 | I told her everything I could think of, even about my father being buried in the Protestant Cemetery. | John Cheever | ||
| cc4544c | I do what I have to do, like everyone else, and one of the things I have to do is to serve my wife breakfast in bed. | John Cheever | ||
| 2c3db24 | A NEW CONQUEST always had a wonderful effect on Charlie. He became overnight generous, understanding, inexhaustibly good-humored, relaxed, kind to cats, dogs, and strangers, expansive, and compassionate. | John Cheever | ||
| 5ea4ebc | All scornful descriptions of American landscapes with ruined tenements, automobile dumps, polluted rivers, jerry-built ranch houses, abandoned miniature golf links, cinder deserts, ugly hoardings, unsightly oil derricks, diseased elm trees, eroded farmlands, gaudy and fanciful gas stations, unclean motels, candlelit tearooms, and streams paved with beer cans, for these are not, as they might seem to be, the ruins of our civilization but are.. | civilization ruins | John Cheever | |
| d52d75d | Percy must have perceived, early in her marriage, that her husband's lechery was compulsive and incurable, but she was determined, like any other lover, to authenticate her suspicion. | John Cheever | ||
| 72386e9 | Standing in the rain outside the door of Percy's old house, we seemed bound together not by blood and not by love but by a sense that the world and its works were hostile. | John Cheever | ||
| 604058b | It is unlikely that Percy would have written my mother after her return from Europe, and, had she written, the letter would have been destroyed, since that family had a crusading detestation of souvenirs. Letters, photographs, diplomas--anything that authenticated the past was always thrown into the fire. | John Cheever | ||
| c9e25d3 | Artemis was the sort of man who frequently proposed marriage, but at thirty he still had no wife. | John Cheever | ||
| 67e382b | Hurry, hurry, hurry," she said, for it was dark then, and she knew that we are bound, one to another, in licentious benevolence for only a single day, and that day was nearly over." | John Cheever | ||
| 855f35f | As I approach my fortieth birthday without having accomplished any one of the things I intended to accomplish--without ever having achieved the deep creativity that I have worked toward for all this time--I feel that I take a minor, an obscure, a dim position that is not my destiny but that is my fault, as if I had lacked, somewhere along the line, the wit and courage to contain myself competently within the shapes at hand. | John Cheever | ||
| 328cf7c | The image of a cleanly, self-possessed man exploiting his solitude was not easy to come by, but then he had not expected that it would be. | solitude | John Cheever | |
| 559adde | All five of our twentieth-century literature Nobel laureates were alcoholics--Sinclair Lewis, Eugene O'Neill, William Faulkner, Ernest Hemingway, and John Steinbeck. | Susan Cheever | ||
| bcd15db | The study of Euclid put him into a compassionate and tranquil frame of mind, and illuminated, among other things, that his thinking and feeling had recently been crippled by confusion and despair. | John Cheever | ||
| 7dba29e | Of the four poets with whom Bascomb was customarily grouped one had shot himself, one had drowned himself, one had hanged himself, and the fourth had died of delirium tremens. | John Cheever | ||
| c032694 | What I did not understand, as I walked down Fifth Avenue that afternoon, was how a world that had seemed so dark could, in a few minutes, become so sweet. | John Cheever | ||
| 0698a87 | Among the rewards of his expatriation were a heightened awareness of what he saw and an exhilarating sense of freedom. Mixed with the love we hold for our native country is the fact that it is the place where we were raised, and, should anything have gone wrong in this process, we will be reminded of this fault, by the scene of the crime, until the day we die. | John Cheever | ||
| 4a4c4a1 | John Barleycorn's final words: "I've had more friends in private and more foes in public than any other man in America." | Susan Cheever | ||
| 0be6bf4 | If there was anything really wrong with Shady Hill, anything that you could put your finger on, it was the fact that the village had no public library - no foxed copies of Pascal, smelling of cabbage; no broken sets of Dostoevski and George Eliot; no Galsworthy, even; no Barrie and no Bennett. This was the chief concern of the Village Council during Marcie's term. The library partisans were mostly newcomers to the village; the opposition wh.. | John Cheever | ||
| 50779dd | Rachel's way was not so easy. When she lost her fat she became very pretty and quite fast. She smoked and drank and probably fornicated and the abyss that opens up before a pretty and an intemperate young woman is unfathomable. | John Cheever | ||
| 2b513b2 | Here she barked out her greetings in Italian, anxious to disassociate herself from the horseless American cowboys and above all from her own kind, the truly lost and unwanted, who move like leaves around the edges of the world, gathering only long enough to wait in line and see if there is any mail | John Cheever | ||
| bece39a | Bradish had never had any occasion to experience self-righteousness other than the self-righteousness of the sinner. | sinner | John Cheever | |
| 8f8351f | Another historical peculiarity of the place was the fact that its large mansions, those relics of another time, had not been reconstructed to serve as nursing homes for that vast population of comatose and the dying who were kept alive, unconscionably, through trailblazing medical invention. | new-england small-town | John Cheever | |
| 16a326a | Sentado en la terraza, leo sobre los sufrimientos de Scott Fitzgerald.[122] Yo soy, el fue, de los que leen las dolorosas historias de los escritores alcoholicos y autodestructivos con el vaso de whisky en la mano y las lagrimas rodando por las mejillas.[123] | John Cheever | ||
| 666b358 | I'll say goodbye with something that another of my favorite writers, John Cheever, said in his journal at the end of his life: 'I will say that literature is the only consciousness we possess, and that its role as a consciousness must inform us of our inability to comprehend the hideous danger of nuclear power. | Rodrigo Fresán | ||
| a26a8dd | ukve ise var amosvrili, ro k`ak`is ch`amop`ert`xvas azri ekargeba. ert`i ram ki minda git`xrat`, k`ak`shi rac` up`ro g'rmad shetopav, mit` up`ro naklebad amch`nev, ro k`ak`shi xar. mainc` ra sistemaa es? ver gamigia. me, magalit`ad, xalxs k`ak`shi amosvrilt`a sakit`xebze momushave komitetis prezidentad ro averch`ie, shevec`debodi, amosvrilebist`vis ch`amorec`xvis ambavi gameadvilebina. t`u adamiani am c`xovrebashi sisup`t`avisken unda miisc.. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 71ad281 | This is a neighborhood where underwear sags low. For instance, ole Mr Deutschman lives up here, who used to be upstanding and decent. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| ce0d281 | School never teaches you about this mangled human slime, it slays me. You spend all your time learning the capital of Surinam while these retards carve their initials in your back. | school | D.B.C. Pierre | |
| b88123a | rogor ginda, sisup`t`aveze ip`ik`ro, roc`a t`avidan p`exebamde k`ak`shi xar amosvrili?! | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| ca329d3 | What happens with sassy music is you get floated away from yourself, then snap back to reality too hard. I hate that. The only antidote is to just stay depressed. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| aace75c | A sob pops in my throat. I choke it, and look around for a harmless visual distraction, but all I see is a stocky young woman with a baby, a few seats up. The baby is pulling the woman's hair, and she is faking this look of terror. 'Oh no', she says, 'How can you do that to mommy?' She pretends to bawl, but the baby laughs and gurgles like a psycho, and pulls even harder. I'm witnessing a fresh knife being laid into a brand-new soul. A trai.. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 0d9631e | Lord'. I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. He installs me there, as caretaker of the cake stand, and - get this - I have to wear a fucken choir gown. Vernon Gucci Little, in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks, with fucken choir gown. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 07f08ee | LIBERACE!' Owen would have cried. 'WHO WOULD HAVE BELIEVED IT POSSIBLE? LIBERACE! KILLED BY WATERMELONS! | John Irving | ||
| 1adcd88 | I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. He installs me there, as caretaker of the cake stand, and - get this - I have to wear a fucken choir gown. Vernon Gucci Little, in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks, with fucken choir gown. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 81320ef | My balls crawl up my throat. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 6c1579f | So what's up, you dirty boy?' she teases on the escalator. 'Shit, I don't know where to start.' 'I'll drag it out of you.' She slips her dry little hand into my bunch of wet finger-meats, and coaxes me through the crowd. 'We'll check for my cousin, then maybe grab a juice, get private.' A juice. Grab a private juice. What a woman. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| e41c4c1 | uec`ari dasirebis potenc`iuri shesaz'lebloba, oc`nebis axdenis shemt`xvevashi, pirdapirproporc`iulia im droisa, romelic` oc`nebis agebaze cagivida. udpsh = oad. rac` imas nishnavs, ro qovel cut`s sheiz'leba qvelap`eri dakargo. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 7d73bf8 | Another coupon tacked onto the pile I'll redeem when I get some power in my fucken life. Look around this life and all you see is folks' coupons tacked everywhere, what they'll do if, what they'll do when. Warm anticipation for shit that ain't even going to happen. | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 3156fcb | It's cause and effect, Vernon, | D.B.C. Pierre | ||
| 7840d5f | I sense a learning: that much dumber people than you end up in charge. Look at the way things are. I'm no fucken genius or anything, but these spazzos are in charge of my every twitch. What I'm starting to think is maybe only the dumb are safe in this world, the ones who roam with the herd, without thinking about every little thing. But see me? I have to think about every little fucken thing. | little stupidity vernon | D.B.C. Pierre |