The truth of the matter was stories was everything and everything was stories. Everybody told stories. It was a way of saying who they were in the world. It was their understanding of themselves. It was letting themselves know how… — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
Alcohol whipped me. Alcohol and I had many, many marvelous times together. We laughed, we talked, we danced at the party together; then one… — Harry Crews Copy Share
I've never enjoyed myself. I'm incapable of enjoying myself. There's just some people who don't enjoy themselves very much. — Harry Crews Copy Share
If you wait until you got time to write a novel, or time to write a story, or time to read the hundred thousands… — Harry Crews Copy Share
There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else. — Harry Crews Copy Share
“If you love something/Set it free/If it loves you/It will come back to you/ If it doesn't--hunt it down and kill it.” — Harry Crews Copy Share
That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night. — Harry Crews Copy Share
“everybody he knew was going quietly mad from being tied on a leash that was too short.” — Harry Crews Copy Share
“She felt the snake between her breasts, felt him there, and loved him there, coiled, the deep tumescent S held rigid, ready to strike.… — Harry Crews Copy Share
I am not perfect." It came out in a rush of breath. "See I thought I was. Thank God I ain't. See a perfect… — Harry Crews Copy Share
Writing a book is like torture that you don't know, but after it's done and there it is. It's a joy like unlike anything… — Harry Crews Copy Share
