In the 1930s, all the novelists had seemed to be people who came blazing up into stardom from out of total obscurity. That seemed to be the nature of the beast. The biographical notes on the dustjackets of the novels… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
There was a time in the 1930s when magazine writers could actually make a good living. 'The Saturday Evening Post' and 'Collier's' both had three stories in each issue. These were usually entertaining, and people really went for them. But… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
“Well … things are beginning to stack up a little,” said Gordo. It was the same old sod-hut drawl. He sounded like the airline pilot who, having just slipped two seemingly certain mid-air collisions and finding himself in the midst of a radar fuse-out and control-tower dysarthria, says over the intercom: “Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’ll be busy up here… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share
“Everything in everybody’s life is … significant. And everybody is alert, watching for the meanings.” — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
'Back to Blood' really took it out of me. While I was writing it, I just never went out anywhere, except to the gym. — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
In the U.S., the term 'general aviation' means its exact opposite, the way 'public school' does in England. An English public school is private… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
That's mostly what the Internet is, just passing the time. But unfortunately you are dealing with words that can have meaning. — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
“The dark night of fascism is always descending in the United States and yet lands only in Europe.” — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
“Loneliness wasn't just a state of mind, was it? It was tactile. She could feel it. It was a sixth sense, not in some… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
it is either make this thing permanent inside of you or forever just climb draggled up into the conning tower every time for one… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
I found a great many pieces of punctuation and typography lying around dormant when I came along - and I must say I had… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share Image
“They became desperate for an antidote, such as coziness & color. They tried to bury the obligatory white sofas under Thai-silk throw pillows of every rebellious, iridescent shade of Magenta, pink, and tropical green imaginable. But the architect returned, as he always does, like the conscience of a Calvinist, and he lectured them and hectored them and chucked the shimmering… — Tom Wolfe Copy Share
