I really, really wanted to write. I loved language. I loved literature. I loved reading. I never read a foreign language, I'm afraid, but I loved Flaubert. I loved the 19th-century classics. I love Thomas Hardy. I wanted to be… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
I was under the influence of the early modern masters, Fitzgerald and Steinbeck and Hemingway, especially, when I was a kid. I reacted against… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
“He had undertaken a little assay at the good fight and found that neither the good nor the fight was left to him .… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
“How learned and fine we believed ourselves to be! How shitty of the world to deal with us this way.” — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
“There were icons of the Magdalen on the walls and paintings in the Western manner, all kitsch, trash. Mary M., Lucas thought, half hypnotized… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
I write a very rough first draft of every chapter, then I rewrite every chapter. I try to get it down in the first… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
I think everybody must be aware that this society is a whole lot shakier now than it was before the war. I was trying… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
“Sleeping and waking, the notion of being lost, of having wandered out of the right life, kept turning up in different guises. She imagined… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
I think there's a necessity for some attachment to the spiritual world and, in a way, people really have to have it. — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
“Like many visitors, they had been unnerved by the inimitable creepiness of the Holy Sepulchre, a grimly gaudy, theopathical Turkish bathhouse where their childhood… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
“He sat desiring the girl - a speed-hardened straw-colored junkie stewardess, a spoiled Augustana Lutheran, compounded of airport Muzak and beauty parlor school. Her… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
