John Cheever Quotes
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The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.
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...your underwear is clean in case you should be hit by a taxicab and have to be undressed by strangers.
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A collection of short stories is generally thought to be a horrendous clinker; an enforced courtesy for the elderly writer who wants to display the trophies of his youth, along with his trout flies.
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Homesickness is nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time.
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All literary men are Red Sox fans - to be a Yankee fan in a literate society is to endanger your life.
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Admire the world. Relish the love of a gentle woman. Trust in the lord.
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That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.
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Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.
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Art is the triumph over chaos.
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Wisdom is the knowledge of good and evil, not the strength to choose between the two.
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A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey’s gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.
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He was a tall man with an astonishing and somehow elegant curvature of the spine, formed by an enlarged lower abdomen, which he carried in a stately and contented way, as if it contained money and securities.
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We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.
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My veins are filled, once a week with a Neapolitan carpet cleaner distilled from the Adriatic and I am as bald as an egg. However I still get around and am mean to cats.
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The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.
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I'm wicked, as you say, and I'm rude and I'm boorish and I discovered, after marrying Mr Scaddon, that I could be all these things and worse and that there would still be plenty of people to lick my boots.
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I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.
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It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
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He had that spooky bass voice meant to announce that he had entered the kingdom of manhood, but Rosalie knew that he was still outside the gates.
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Fiction is experimentation; when it ceases to be that, it ceases to be fiction.
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I can't write without a reader. It's precisely like a kiss - you can't do it alone.
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The novel remains for me one of the few forms where we can record man’s complexity and the strength and decency of his longings. Where we can describe, step by step, minute by minute, our not altogether unpleasant struggle to put ourselves into a viable and devout relationship to our beloved and mistaken world.
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When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places.
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Fear tastes like a rusty knife and do not let her into your house.