“Somewhere on the bottom of the Pacific is a copy of The Forsyte Saga I heaved overboard one afternoon. I very quickly saw what was wrong with it; Galsworthy was a gentleman, and no gentleman would ever write a good… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
The resentment I felt inside was not hatred for being imprisoned or for Victor who had betrayed me but something deeper: a rebellion against… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
“I was naked and he had more possessions than he could use all at once. I was the proletarian, he was the capitalist, and… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
Who doesn't have a dark place somewhere inside him that comes out sometimes when he's looking in a mirror? Dark and light, we are… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
“Somewhere on the bottom of the Pacific is a copy of The Forsyte Saga I heaved overboard one afternoon. I very quickly saw what… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
It was a part of myself that was my enemy; I still had a childish illusion that the flesh on my own bones was… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
Alcohol was for people who basically wished to be dead but lacked the courage to kill themselves. — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
“Is there anybody who would like to have written on his forehead a record of the places where he has slept? We are all… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
The books were a private part of me that I carried inside and guarded and didn't talk to anybody about; as long as I… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
What happened was simple, even banal: I became naked, died, lost parts of my flesh and most of my ego along with a few… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
But I know too that if we ever make a world without shadow, if the chemists and scientists and psychologists succeed in abolishing fear,… — MacDonald Harris Copy Share Image
