Of them all, it was the true love. Of them all, it was the best. That other sumptuous love which made one… — James Salter Copy Share Image
There is no situation like the open road, and seeing things completely afresh. I'm used to traveling. It's not a question of… — James Salter Copy Share Image
But knowledge does not protect one. Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside.… — James Salter Copy Share Image
Why is it so difficult to assemble those things that really matter in life and to dwell among them only? I am… — James Salter Copy Share Image
One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish. — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Eve was tall. Her face had cheekbones. Her shoulders slumped when she walked. The shelves in her living room were bent beneath… — James Salter Copy Share Image
In a certain sense, a writer is an exile, an outsider, always reporting on things, and it is part of his life… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Summer mornings, the light of the world pouring in and the silence. It was a barefoot life, the cool of the night… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Their life is mysterious, it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity, it can be comprehended, described, but… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“She comes to life with a soft exhausted sound, like someone saved from drowning.” — James Salter Copy Share Image
One is seduced and battered in turn. The result is presumably wisdom. Wisdom! We are clinging to life like lizards. Why is… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Every object, even those which had been hers, which he never touched, seemed to share his loss. He was suddenly parted from… — James Salter Copy Share Image
You are perfectly entitled to invent your life and to claim that it's true. — James Salter Copy Share Image
The book was in her lap; she had read no further. The power to change one’s life comes from a paragraph, a… — James Salter Copy Share Image
It seems to me that literature is giving way a little bit to the immediacy of other diversions, other forms of entertainment. What will… — James Salter Copy Share Image
Women fall in love when they get to know you. Men are just the opposite. When they finally know you they're ready to leave — James Salter Copy Share Image
I write in longhand. I am accustomed to that proximity, that feel of writing. Then I sit down and type. — James Salter Copy Share Image
A writer writes a book. People read it. You don't know what they're reading, really. You read a review and think, "That is so… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Strauss’s, for instance, which begins in the heavens. The artist doesn’t ascend to glory, he appears in it, he already has it and the… — James Salter Copy Share Image
Normally, what you’re envious of is a book, not a writer: standards, ideas, levels … almost nonexistent things. — James Salter Copy Share Image
Sometimes I write with a particular person in mind. I think it's fair to say that I write for a perceptive reader. You have… — James Salter Copy Share Image
Lots of scripts are written and not made, even scripts that people want to make. — James Salter Copy Share Image
I'd given up everything to be a writer, and if I didn't then go on to do that - to write - then I… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“One should not believe too easily in a life which can easily vanish.” — James Salter Copy Share Image
“Life is separated by scars, like the rings in the inside of a tree.” — James Salter Copy Share Image
