Erich Segal
Erich Segal
Erich Wolf Segalwas an American author, screenwriter, and educator. He was best known for writing the novel Love Story, a best-seller, and writing the motion picture of the same name, which was a major hit...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth16 June 1937
CityBrooklyn, NY
CountryUnited States of America
love inspiring valentines-day
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
genius brilliant madness
Some were brilliant bordering on genius. Others, genius bordering on madness
love sad sorry
Love means not ever having to say you're sorry.
love reason accepted
I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.
beautiful girl years
What can you say about a twenty-five year old girl who died? That she was beautiful and brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. The Beatles. And me.
cry please ifs
Please, if one of us cries, let both of us cry. But preferably neither of us.
pain knowing done
The pain of not knowing what to do was exceeded only by that of knowing what I had done.
war thinking said
I think the Peace Corps is a fine thing, don't you?" he said. "Well," I replied, "it's certainly better than War Corps.
stones way faces
What term do you employ when you speak of your progenitor?" I answered with the term I'd always wanted to employ. "Sonovabitch." "To his face?" she asked. "I never see his face." "He wears a mask?" "In a way, yes. Of stone. Of absolute stone.
sacred professors priests
Professors of classics - not even a professor of English - professors of classics, they're something sacred; it's almost like being a priest.
mean eye giving
But what does he do to qualify as a sonovabitch?” Jenny asked. “Make me”, I replied. “Beg pardon?” “Make me”, I repeated. Her eyes widened like saucers. “You mean like incest?” she asked. “Don’t give me your family problems, Jen. I have enough of my own.” “Like what, Oliver?” she asked, “like just what is it he makes you do?” “The ‘right things’”, I said. “What’s wrong with the ‘right things’?” she asked, delighting in the apparent paradox.
daughter father bullshit
He had then warned his daughter not to violate the Eleventh Commandment. "Which one is that?" I asked her. "Do not bullshit thy father," she said.
air renaissance way
I went into Harvard one way and came out a different person... It's the air at Harvard; it's like a Renaissance court.
mural watercolors
This isn't a watercolor, it's a mural.