Harry Crews
Harry Crews
Harry Eugene Crewswas an American novelist, playwright, short story writer and essayist...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 June 1935
CountryUnited States of America
broken-heart beautiful hurt
There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.
jobs blood luxury
The writers job is to get naked, To hide nothing. To look away from nothing. To look at it. To not blink. To be not embarrassed or shamed of it. Strip it down and lets get down to where the blood is, the bone is. Instead of hiding it with clothes and all kinds of other stuff, luxury!
understanding stories world
The truth of the matter was stories was everything and everything was stories. Everybody told stories. It was a way of saying who they were in the world. It was their understanding of themselves. It was letting themselves know how they believed the world worked, the right way and the way that was not so right.
jobs naked
The writer's job is to get naked...
smart believe writing
I believe some people are just too damn smart to write fiction.
sports thinking bullshit
I think all of us are looking for that which does not admit of bullshit . . . If you tell me you can bench press 450, hell, we'll load up the bar and put you under it. Either you can do it or you can't do it-you can't bullshit. Ultimately, sports are just about as close to what one would call the truth as it is possible to get in this world.
night decision once-upon-a-time
That was the only decision there was once upon a time: what to do with the night.
survival triumph enough
Survival is triumph enough.
weed suicide running
I am not perfect." It came out in a rush of breath. "See I thought I was. Thank God I ain't. See a perfect thing ain't got a chance. The world kills it, everything perfect. (Listen to him!) Now see a thing that ain't perfect, it grows like a weed. Yeah, like a weed! A thing that ain't perfect gets hand clapping, smiles, takes the wire an easy winner. But the world ain't set up right if you perfect. You lible to run right into a brick wall. Looks like suicide. All the weeds say, looka there, it suicide!
heart men car
God love the car. It has shown the naked heart that lives in all of us. Man invented the car but the car -- out of pure malevolence no doubt -- changed the history of the world by reinventing man.