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
If you're gonna write, for God in heaven's sake, try to get naked. Try to write the truth. Try to get underneath all the sham, all the excuses, all the lies that you've been told. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
There ought to be a law against the sun rising and setting for you in somebody else. — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
“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 Image
That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night. — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
“everybody he knew was going quietly mad from being tied on a leash that was too short.” — Harry Crews Copy Share Image
“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 Image
