“Who would ever want to read a novel about a punk and a drunk! Everybody knew a couple or a dozen; they were not to be taken seriously; nuisances and trouble-makers, nothing more; like queers and fairies, people were bell-sick… — Charles Jackson Copy Share Image
“Dreamy tosspots, they stand all afternoon in a 2nd Avenue bar looking at the sun-patterns under the L or their own faces in the… — Charles Jackson Copy Share Image
“Who would ever want to read a novel about a punk and a drunk! Everybody knew a couple or a dozen; they were not… — Charles Jackson Copy Share Image
“He supposed he was only one of several million persons of his generation who had grown up and, somewhere around thirty, made the upsetting… — Charles Jackson Copy Share Image
“I haven’t got time to be neurotic,” he had heard Helen say once; and the words had made him go weak with anger. He… — Charles Jackson Copy Share Image
“Like all his attempts at fiction it would be as personal as a letter—painful to those who knew him, of no interest to those… — Charles Jackson Copy Share Image
