“I dream that someone in space says to me: So let us rush, then, to see the world. It is shaped like… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house. Courage tastes of blood. Stand up straight. Admire… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“To write well, to write passionately, to be less inhibited, to be warmer, to be more self-critical, to recognize the power of… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
I have always been the lover - never the beloved - and I have spent much of my life waiting for trains,… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
It is not, as somebody once wrote, the smell of corn bread that calls us back from death; it is the lights… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“But I awoke at three, feeling terribly sad, and feeling rebelliously that I didn't want to study sadness, madness, melancholy, and despair.… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
How can a people who do not mean to understand death hope to understand love, and who will sound the alarm? — John Cheever Copy Share Image
The constants that I look for are a love of light and a determination to trace some moral chain of being. — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“He followed her into the bathroom and sat on the shut toilet seat while she washed her back with a brush. "I… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
...the sounds next door served as a kind of trip wire: I seemed to stumble and fall on my face, skinning and… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable. — John Cheever Copy Share Image
Admite the world. Relish the love of a gentle woman. Trust in the lord. — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“She was his potchke, his fleutchke, his notchke, his motchke, his everything that the speech of St. Botolphs left unexpressed. She was… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
Love with its paraphernalia of sexuality, jealousy, nostalgia and exaltation was easier to reognize than friendship, which seemed to have (excepting athletic… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
The poet or storyteller who feels that he is competing with a superb double play in the World Series is a lost man. One… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“She perceived vaguely the pitiful corruption of the adult world; how cruel and frail it was, like a worn piece of burlap, patched with… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
For lovers, touch is metamorphosis. All the parts of their bodies seem to change, and they seem to become something different and better. — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“I dream that someone in space says to me: So let us rush, then, to see the world. It is shaped like an egg,… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
I don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers. — John Cheever Copy Share Image
Literature has been the salvation of the damned, literature has inspired and guided lovers, routed despair and can perhaps in this case save the… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
At my back I hear the word-"homosexual"-and it seems to split my world in two.... It is ignorance, our ignorance of one another, that… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
One would never have guessed that the world had such a capacity for genuine grief. The most we can do is exploit our memories… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“His stepmother -wearing a nightgown for comfort and a flowered hat for looks- had spent her days sitting in their parlor window in Baltimore… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house. Courage tastes of blood. Stand up straight. Admire the world.… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
