“I don't quite know what we're doing on this insignificant cinder spinning away in a dark corner of the universe. That is a secret which the high gods have not confided in me. Yet one thing I believe and I… — Walker Percy Copy Share Image
“--you have too good a mind to throw away. I don't quite know what we're doing on this insignificant cinder spinning aay in a dark corner of the universe. That is a secret which the high gods have not confided… — Walker Percy Copy Share Image
“Do you know what he told me after lying under a cliff for thirty six hours with two inches of his femur sticking out?… — Walker Percy Copy Share
Americans are the nicest, most generous, and sentimental people on earth. Yet Americans have killed more unborn children than any nation in history. — Walker Percy Copy Share
“The real wonder is not that the Cosmos is now seen as wonderful but that it is not. Despite its inconceivable vastness, it is… — Walker Percy Copy Share
“Ours is the only civilization in history which has enshrined mediocrity as its national ideal. Others have been corrupt, but leave it to us… — Walker Percy Copy Share
[In art] you are telling the reader or the listener or the viewer something he already knows but which he doesn't quite know that… — Walker Percy Copy Share
For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel,… — Walker Percy Copy Share
Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North. — Walker Percy Copy Share
“For me, all signifiers fit me, one as well as another. I am rascal, hero, craven, brave, treacherous, loyal, at once the secret hero… — Walker Percy Copy Share
“But the expectation of the self, to be informed in its nothingness--if only I can get out of this old place and into the… — Walker Percy Copy Share
Nothing remains but desire, and desire comes howling down Elysian Fields like a mistral. — Walker Percy Copy Share
“A variant of the amnesic-plot device is the inadvertent return of the amnesiac to home territory, where he is welcomed by a lovely woman,… — Walker Percy Copy Share
A novel is what you call something that won't sell if you call it poems or short stories. — Walker Percy Copy Share
The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. To become aware of the… — Walker Percy Copy Share
“Am I, in my search, a hundred miles ahead of my fellow Americans or a hundred miles behind them? That is to say: Have… — Walker Percy Copy Share
