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
Norman Mailer quotes about
He bears an unmistakable resemblance to a cornered rat
In my day the library was a wonderful place... We didn't have visual aids and didn't have various programs...it was a sanctuary... So I tend to think the library should remain a center of knowledge.
The desire for success lubricates secret prostitutions in the soul
There was no one ever in American life who was remotely like Truman Capote. Small wonder, then, if people are still fascinated by him.
I've had an exciting relation to France all my life, from my young years in Brooklyn when I thought that Paris was the place to be.
Is there meat in these? I'm a vegetarian.
The platitude turned on its head is still a platitude
The function of socialism is to raise suffering to a higher level.
Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
To blame the poor for subsisting on welfare has no justice unless we are also willing to judge every rich member of society by how productive he or she is. Taken individual by individual, it is likely that there's more idleness and abuse of government favors among the economically privileged than among the ranks of the disadvantaged.
Any workout which does not involve a certain minimum of danger or responsibility does not improve the body - it just wears it out.
Short-term amnesia is not the worst affliction if you have an Irish flair for the sauce.
With the pride of the artist, you must blow against the walls of every power that exists the small trumpet of your defiance.
Once a newspaper touches a story, the facts are lost forever, even to the protagonists.