Sublime

Before the afternoon ended, Max also heard from Thomas Wolfe’s lawyer.

Norman Mailer and Maya Angelou

I didn’t know that the war was still inside you, that there was a war to begin with, that once it enters you it never leaves—but merely echoes, a sound forming the face of your own son. Boom.

‘Henry James. E. M. Forster.

He was as tall as Billy, wore steel-rimmed trifocals.

He was fond of saying that, since to be in prison was simply not to live, the death penalty was the only merciful verdict any jury could deliver. I remember thinking that, in effect, he had never left prison, prison was all that was real to him, he could speak of nothing else. All his movements, even to the lighting of a cigarette, were stealthy,

He warned the students against any effort by an editor to inject his own point of view into a writer’s work or to try to make him something other than what he is.