“The boy thought, How powerful a story is, and how by a kind of magic it compels the imagination; there was nothing in the world, it seemed to him, so mysteriously strong; and he began to wonder if he would… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
New York City is a great apartment hotel in which everyone lives and no one is at home. — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“Her religion--perhaps, Alwyn thought, American Christianity as a whole--was a religion of ideal prose; all the beauty it had was the elegance of a… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
But let us laugh carelessly like other men. Let us be timid even among fools. Let us knot silence around our throats. For they… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“In marriage, insult arises again and again; and pain has to be not only endured, but consented to; and the amount of forgiveness that… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“For Alwyn's grandfather, who was known as "the greatest talker in the country," used words which no one else understood, words which he did… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“The boy thought, How powerful a story is, and how by a kind of magic it compels the imagination; there was nothing in the… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
“Hugo, child, have I ever said that I loved you? Do you know that your fists are clenched? You aren't going to strike me-'… — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
Life goes on and on after one's luck has run out. Youthfulness persists, alas, long after one has ceased to be young. — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
There must always be some pretentiousness about literature, or else no one would take its pains or endure its disappointments. — Glenway Wescott Copy Share Image
