In Paris on a chilling evening late in October of 1985 I first became fully aware that the struggle with the disorder… — William Styron Copy Share Image
I discovered that I had, in the past two decades, written a far greater amount in the essay form than I remembered.… — William Styron Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, he thought, if I only think of this second, this moment, the train won't come at all. Think of the water, think of… — William Styron Copy Share Image
“Until that moment, although I’d had some trouble with his personality, I had not thought him totally lacking in perspicacity; now I was not… — William Styron Copy Share Image
Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what [a] friend of mine calls "the fleas of… — William Styron Copy Share Image
“Are there, as science fiction and Gnostic speculation imply, different species of time in the same world, 'good time' and enveloping folds of inhuman… — William Styron Copy Share Image
I felt the exultancy of a man just released from slavery and ready to set the universe on fire. — William Styron Copy Share Image
“date of the award approached, I would not have accepted at all. Depression is a disorder of mood, so mysteriously painful and elusive in… — William Styron Copy Share Image
“I actually shivered at the insincerity that gripped me as I spoke these words: their falseness was shameful. I was sure my coolness would… — William Styron Copy Share Image
It's fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless threats as I am most of the time — for jittery people. — William Styron Copy Share Image
“He was made uneasy by unbraked hilarity and by extremes of sorrow alike, especially the latter; he preferred life to sail along pleasantly and… — William Styron Copy Share Image
“One of the century’s most famous intellectual pronouncements comes at the beginning of The Myth of Sisyphus: “There is but one truly serious philosophical… — William Styron Copy Share Image
“The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have mighty dull literature if all the writers… — William Styron Copy Share Image
