He did not know what love was. And he did not know what good it was. But he knew he carried it around with him, a scabrous spot of rot, of contagion, for which there was no cure. — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
Alcohol whipped me. Alcohol and I had many, many marvelous times together. We laughed, we talked, we danced at the party together; then one… — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
I've never enjoyed myself. I'm incapable of enjoying myself. There's just some people who don't enjoy themselves very much. — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
If you wait until you got time to write a novel, or time to write a story, or time to read the hundred thousands… — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else. — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
“If you love something/Set it free/If it loves you/It will come back to you/ If it doesn't--hunt it down and kill it.” — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night. — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
“everybody he knew was going quietly mad from being tied on a leash that was too short.” — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
“She felt the snake between her breasts, felt him there, and loved him there, coiled, the deep tumescent S held rigid, ready to strike.… — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
