“Outside of the dreary rubbish that is churned out by god knows how many hacks of varying degrees of talent, the novel is, it seems to me, a very special and rarefied kind of literary form, and was, for a… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
All I do know, for certain, after 53 years in this business, is that writers who sincerely think that their language can represent reality… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“A writer discovers what he knows as he knows it, i.e., as he makes it. No artist writes in order to objectify an “idea” already formed. It is the poem or novel or story that quite precisely tells him what he didn't know he knew: he knows, that is, only in terms of his writing. This is, of course, simply… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share
On Being Blue celebrates both language and that which it represents and carefully draws our attention to that difficult middle ground on which the… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“He may have liked many other things, but we know for certain only that he liked a sweet summer breeze, stars shining softly above,… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“Q: What literary complexities do you find most interesting? That is, what do you like most to "solve," so to speak, as a novelist?… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“He hadn't "abused" alcohol, but had spent almost four years sitting in a chair drinking jug wine around the clock and looking, variously, at… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
…and to all you other cats and chicks out there, sweet or otherwise, buried deep in wordy tombs, who never yet have walked from… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
What is this thing called a kiss? French, tongue, soul, chaste, motherly, fatherly, brotherly, sisterly, ass, genital, Judas, trembling, rough, hesitant, sweet, soft, wet,… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“One must find some structure, even if it be this haphazard one of the alphabet.” — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
“He wiped her forehead and stroked her shoulders, worshiping her pain. He went to get a Coke and brought it back to her, but… — Gilbert Sorrentino Copy Share Image
