The novelist ... must live in paranoia and seek to be one with the world; he must be terrified of experience and hungry for it; he must think himself nothing and believe he is superior to all. — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
Conservatives are people who look at a tree and feel instinctively that it is more beautiful than anything they can name. But when it… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
There's a subterranean impetus towards pornography so powerful that half the business world is juiced by the sort of half sex that one finds… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
So the blind will lead the blind, and the deaf shout warnings to one another until their voices are lost. — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
Writing for a newspaper is like running a revolutionary war. You go to battle not when you are ready, but when action offers itself. — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
I would introduce myself if it were not useless. The name I had last night will not be the same as the name I… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
“City Point is so beautiful, she says. In the night they cannot see the garbage that litters the beach, the seaweed and driftwood, the… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
“I find it’s more fun to write about something that you don’t know completely and that you will discover on route. A dear friend… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
Short-term amnesia is not the worst affliction if you have an Irish flair for the sauce. — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
Part of the oncoming demise (of New York during its terrible fiscal crisis) is that none of us can simply believe it. We were… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
I have always had this very strong, call it a feeling, call it a prejudice, call it a conviction ... that the mysteries are… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
I do believe that America's deepest political sickness is that it is a self-righteous nation. — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
America is a hurricane, and the only people who do not hear the sound are those fortunate if incredibly stupid and smug White Protestants… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
