Feeling is of the heart and nerves and the crudeness of its expression has nothing to do with its intensity. — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“Perhaps I can make you understand. Let’s start from the beginning. A man is hired to give advice to the readers of a newspaper.… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
He felt as though his heart were a bomb, a complicated bomb that would result in a simple explosion, wrecking the world without rocking… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
He read it for the same reason an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain. — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“He Sat in the window thinking. Man has a tropism for order. Keys in one pocket, change in the other. Mandolins are tuned G… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“Love a man even in his sin, for that is the semblance of Divine Love and is the highest love on eath. Love all… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
Prayers for the condemned man will be offered on an adding machine. Numbers constitute the only universal language. — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
Her sureness was based on the power to limit experience arbitrarily. — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“But now let us consider the holes in our own bodies and into what these congenital wounds open. Under the skin of man is… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
You once said to me that I talk like a man in a book. I not only talk, but think and feel like one.… — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“Art Is One if Life's Richest Offerings. For those who have not the talent to create, there is appreciation.” — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
“His mouth formed an O with lips torn angry in laying duck's eggs from a chicken's rectum.” — Nathanael West Copy Share Image
