“He would not chance arrest by crawling into a corner of one of the old houses on Lower Broadway where the cops swept through periodically with their mindless net. What difference did it make whether four or six or eight… — William Kennedy Copy Share Image
Aspiring writers should read the entire canon of literature that precedes them, back to the Greeks, up to the current issue of The Paris… — William Kennedy Copy Share
“In the years after the death of Petrus, Hillegond had refused all offers of marriage, certain that her knowledge of men, despite her uncountable… — William Kennedy Copy Share
Without a sense of place the work is often reduced to a cry of voices in empty rooms, a literature of the self, at… — William Kennedy Copy Share
“Love, is always insufficient, always a lie. Love, you are the clean shit of my soul. Stupid love, silly love. ” — William Kennedy Copy Share
We are only possible as what happened to us yesterday. We all change as well move — William Kennedy Copy Share
“He would not chance arrest by crawling into a corner of one of the old houses on Lower Broadway where the cops swept through… — William Kennedy Copy Share
“But after awhile you stand up, wipe the frost out of your ear, go someplace to get warm, bum a nickel for coffee, and… — William Kennedy Copy Share
“Why was it that suicide kept rising up in Francis' mind? Wake up in the weeds outside Pittsburgh, half frozen over, too cold to… — William Kennedy Copy Share
“...the only brotherhood they belonged to was the one that asked that enduring question: How do I get through the next twenty minutes? They… — William Kennedy Copy Share
“Mi culpa es todo lo que me queda. Si la pierdo, no habré significado nada, no habré hecho nada, no habré sido nada.” — William Kennedy Copy Share
