Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain not to work, not to glow, not to strike home. — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
New York City is a great apartment hotel in which everyone lives and no one is at home. — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“Her religion--perhaps, Alwyn thought, American Christianity as a whole--was a religion of ideal prose; all the beauty it had was the elegance of a… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
But let us laugh carelessly like other men. Let us be timid even among fools. Let us knot silence around our throats. For they… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“In marriage, insult arises again and again; and pain has to be not only endured, but consented to; and the amount of forgiveness that… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“For Alwyn's grandfather, who was known as "the greatest talker in the country," used words which no one else understood, words which he did… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“The boy thought, How powerful a story is, and how by a kind of magic it compels the imagination; there was nothing in the… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“Hugo, child, have I ever said that I loved you? Do you know that your fists are clenched? You aren't going to strike me-'… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
Life goes on and on after one's luck has run out. Youthfulness persists, alas, long after one has ceased to be young. — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
There must always be some pretentiousness about literature, or else no one would take its pains or endure its disappointments. — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
