Elizabeth Hardwick
Elizabeth Hardwick
Elizabeth Hardwickwas an American literary critic, novelist, and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth27 July 1916
CountryUnited States of America
cemetery
While you are living, part of you has slipped away to the cemetery.
eye blue together
Biographers, the quick in pursuit of the dead, research, organize, fill in, contradict, and make in this way a sort of completed picture puzzle with all the scramble turned into a blue eye and the parts of the right leg fitted together.
home writing doctors
Writing is not "the establishment of a professional reputation" as if one were a doctor or lawyer; it is not properly in the sentence with creation of a family and the purchase of a home.
drama vaccines challenges
The private and serious drama of guilt is not often a useful one for fiction today and its disappearance, following perhaps the disappearance from life, appears as a natural, almost unnoticed relief, like some of the challenging illnesses wiped out by drug and vaccines.
children laughter adults
The laughter of adults was always very different from the laughter of children. The former indicated a recognition of the familiar, but in children it came from the shock of the new.
writing may firsts
It's one of the things writing students don't understand. They write a first draft and are quite disappointed, or often should be disappointed. They don't understand that they have merely begun, and that they may be merely beginning even in the second or third draft.
new-york
I am alone here in New York, no longer a we.
art shrines art-is
Art is a profession, not a shrine.
book history long
History ... with its long, leisurely, gentlemanly labors, the books arriving by post, the cards to be kept and filed, the sections to be copied, the documents to be checked, is the ideal pursuit for the New England mind.
novel
Now, my novel begins. No, now I begin my novel—and yet I cannot decide whether to call myself I or she.
morning book phones
It is June. This is what I have decided to do with my life just now. I will do this work and lead this life, the one I am leading today. Each morning the blue clock and the crocheted bedspread, the table with the Phone, the books and magazines, the Times at the door.
Canadians, do not vomit on me!
communication mean self
Letters are above all useful as a means of expressing the ideal self; and no other method of communication is quite so good for this purpose. In letters we can reform without practice, beg without humiliation, snip and shape embarrassing experiences to the measure of our own desires...
memories lost-love lost-youth
They had created themselves together, and they always saw themselves, their youth, their love, their lost youth and lost love, their failures and memories, as a sort of living fiction.