Quotes by : Harold Brodkey

Reading is an intimate act, perhaps more intimate than any other human act. I say that because of the....

Someone who claims to write with emotion recollected in tranquility, is a fool and a liar. To understand....

He was a precocious and delicate little boy, quivering with the malaise of being unloved. When we played,....

He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him;....

I took off my sweatshirt and dropped it on the grass and set off around the track. As soon as I started....

I believe that the world is dying, not just me. And fantasy will save no one. The deathly unreality of....

In our opposed forms of loneliness and self-recognition and recognition of the other, we touched each....

For the next two weeks, the world and all other issues would be omitted. We were two people alone in....

My mother’s eyes were incomprehensible; they were dark stages where dimly seen mob scenes were staged....

I figured I had kept her from being too depressed after fucking--it's hard for a girl with any force....