Norman Mailer
Norman Mailer
Norman Kingsley Mailerwas an American novelist, journalist, essayist, playwright, film-maker, actor, and political activist. His novel The Naked and the Dead was published in 1948. His best-known work was widely considered to be The Executioner's Song, which was published in 1979, and for which he won one of his two Pulitzer Prizes. In addition to the Pulitzer Prize, his book Armies of the Night was awarded the National Book Award...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 January 1923
CityLong Branch, NJ
CountryUnited States of America
You're gambling with something vital. Most writers get smashed egos.
...never have I subscribed to the doctrine of willful rejection of the world or its visual image. To the non-objectivist this act of impiety may be shockingly impure, but God, I have no desire to be either hollow or sterile.
Television is coitus interruptus brought into aesthetics.
The ultimate tendency of liberalism is vegetarianism.
Dying can't be all that difficult-up to now everyone has managed to do it.
Murder offers the promise of vast relief. It is never unsexual.
Psychoanalysis and Zen, in my private psychic geometry, are equal to nicotine. They are anti-existential. Nicotine quarantines one out of existence.
Left-wingers are incapable of conspiring because they are all egomaniacs.
The Barry Goldwater movement excited the depths because the apocalypse was brought more near, and like millions of other whites, I had been leading a life which was a trifle too pointless and a trifle too full of guilt and my gullet was close to nausea with the empty promises of an empty liberal center.
Insanity consists of building major structures upon foundations which do not exist.
To be married to a good woman is to live with tender surprise.
Growth, in some curious way, I suspect, depends on being always in motion just a little bit, one way or another.
The horror of the Twentieth Century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation.
You never do find out what makes you tick, and after a while it's unimportant.