Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that… — Harold Brodkey Agony Copy Share Image
“I figured I had kept her from being too depressed after fucking--it's hard for a girl with any force in her and… — Harold Brodkey Fucking Copy Share Image
I was always crazy about New York, dependent on it, scared of it - well, it is dangerous - but beyond that… — Harold Brodkey Breakthrough Copy Share Image
In our opposed forms of loneliness and self-recognition and recognition of the other, we touched each other often as we spoke; and… — Harold Brodkey Arms Copy Share Image
It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to… — Harold Brodkey Burial Copy Share Image
“Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the prolonged (or intense)… — Harold Brodkey Books Copy Share Image
“There is a certain shade of red brick--a dark, almost melodious red, sombre and riddled with blue--that is my childhood in St.Louis.… — Harold Brodkey Childhood Copy Share Image
I'm sixty-two, and it's ecological sense to die while you're still productive, die and clear a space for others, old and young. — Harold Brodkey Clear Copy Share Image
It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not… — Harold Brodkey Darkness Copy Share Image
In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your… — Harold Brodkey Difficult Copy Share Image
I have thousands of opinions still - but that is down from millions - and, as always, I know nothing. — Harold Brodkey Millions Copy Share Image
Almost the first thing I did when I became ill was to buy a truly good television set. — Harold Brodkey Firsts Copy Share Image
I am startled when people are themselves and are not my thoughts of them. — Harold Brodkey Inspirational Copy Share Image
You really can’t write unless you read. You have to know what the game is all about. — Harold Brodkey Books Copy Share Image
I often thought men stank of rage; it is why I preferred women, and homosexuals. — Harold Brodkey Anger Copy Share Image
I have the sense that if I push too hard or too far into memory I’ll come apart. — Harold Brodkey Funny Copy Share Image
“I distrust summaries, any kind of gliding through time, any too great a claim that one is in control of what one… — Harold Brodkey Peace Copy Share Image
I am sensible of the velocity of the moments, and entering that part of my head alert to the motion of the… — Harold Brodkey Contentment Copy Share Image
So an autobiography about death should include, in my case, an account of European Jewry and of Russian and Jewish events -… — Harold Brodkey About Copy Share Image
Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste. — Harold Brodkey Collision Copy Share Image
Death is not soft-mouthed, vague-footed, nearby. It is in the hall. — Harold Brodkey Death Copy Share Image
I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not. — Harold Brodkey Feels Copy Share Image
God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and… — Harold Brodkey Death Copy Share Image
This identity, this mind, this particular cast of speech, is nearly over. — Harold Brodkey Cast Copy Share Image
