Thomas Wolfe
Thomas Wolfe
Thomas Clayton Wolfewas an American novelist of the early twentieth century...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth3 October 1900
CityAsheville, NC
CountryUnited States of America
american-novelist time
Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind.
time home winning
Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
country time america
America - it is a fabulous country, the only fabulous country; it is the only place where miracles not only happen, but where they happen all the time.
time night years
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into the nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
art time new-york
Not even the most powerful organs of the press, including Time, Newsweek, and The New York Times, can discover a new artist or certify his work and make it stick. They can only bring you the scores.
death
Death the last voyage, the longest, and the best.
america certain fixed haunting paradox perhaps strange
Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement.
advertising american-novelist hard mysterious predict publishing reception sale seems
Publishing is a very mysterious business. It is hard to predict what kind of sale or reception a book will have, and advertising seems to do very little good.
york
One belongs to New York instantly. One belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years.
american-journalist forget reader reads writer writes
The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it.
american-journalist few half man men partly uses won
If a man has talent and can't use it, he's failed. If he uses only half of it, he has partly failed. If he uses the whole of it, he has succeeded, and won a satisfaction and triumph few men ever know.
genius wells behinds
I don't know yet what I am capable of doing, but, by God, I have genius -- I know it too well to blush behind it.
travel voyages lasts
There is one voyage, the first, the last, the only one.
summer sadness autumn
Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.