books

"If you can speak what you will never hear, if you can write what you will never read, you have done rare things."

"Book excerpts from the book 'Battle for Rama'"

"All of this, of course, was but a fleeting distraction from Yates's ultimate concern. "Why aren't you writing?" he'd hector Childress and the others—or, if a given story was already written , "Why are…"

"Readings by Wilbur at the Key West Literary Seminar: 1993, 2003, 2010"

"Essays on Thomas at Renascence: Essays on Values in Literature"

"More Than A Fakebook"

"Magazines were even more scarce than books. It was after I moved into "town" that I began to buy magazines. I well remember the first I ever bought. I was fifteen years old; I bought it one summer nig…"

"I find it insufferable too the way people spread word about the latest novelties and make a fuss over them. I am charmed by the man who remains unaware of such fashions until they have become quite an…"

"Give me a house furnished with books rather than furniture! Both, if you can, but books at any rate! To spend several days in a friend’s house and hunger for something to read, while you are treading …"

"Literature is my Utopia. Here I am not disenfranchised. No barrier of the senses shuts me out from the sweet, gracious discourse of my book friends. They talk to me without embarrassment or awkwardnes…"

"They liked the book the better the more it made them cry."

"In Shirley Miles O'Donnol American Costume 1915-1970: A Source Book for the Stage Costumer, Indiana University Press, 22 August 1989, p. 153"

"I once tried to write a novel about revenge. It's the only book I didn't finish. I couldn't get into the mind of the person who was plotting vengeance."

"One writer, for instance, excels at a plan or a title page, another works away at the body of the book, and a third is a dab at an index."

"No one goes to the toilet in novels. You'd think none of us had bladders."

"Guide to the William Randolph Hearst Papers at The Bancroft Library"

"The right measure is not how many customers you've got, but how closely you hold them."

"This one's from the Book!"

"It went on for a month. Those who had taken it for a cosmic sign cringed beneath the sky each nightfall, imagining ever more extravagant disasters. Others, for whom orange did not seem an appropriatel…"

"NPR: Excerpt: The Maytrees, read by Annie Dillard"