“Sleeping and waking, the notion of being lost, of having wandered out of the right life, kept turning up in different guises. She imagined mirrors in which she could not find herself.” — 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
If you couldn't tell the difference between what hurt and what didn't, you had no business being alive. You can't have any good times… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
At the time, acid made me consider questions of reality, the difference, as someone said, between words and silence. It also brought back a… — Robert Stone Copy Share Image
