William Saroyan
William Saroyan
William Saroyanwas an American dramatist and author. He was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1940, and in 1943 won the Academy Award for Best Story for the film adaptation of his novel The Human Comedy...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth31 August 1908
CityFresno, CA
style genius kind
Jack Benny had style from the beginning. He stood straight and walked kind of sideways as if he were being gently shoved by a touch of genius.
cancer believe cutting
Americans still believe they are cut out to be successful-in everything: love, love-making, luck, luck-giving, money-making, sense-making, cancer-avoiding, clothes-wearing, car-driving, and so on.
sunday people mad
Sunday is the day people go quietly mad, one way or another.
land america armenia
There is a small area of land in Asia Minor that is called Armenia, but it is not so. It is not Armenia. It is a place. There are only Armenians, and they inhabit the earth, not Armenia, since there is no Armenia. There is no America and there is no England, and no France, and no Italy. There is only the earth.
letters taxes stills
The Tax Collector's letters are invariably mimeographed, and all they say is that you still haven't paid him.
perspective myth sooner-or-later
Everything and everybody is sooner or later identified, defined, and put in perspective. The truth as always is simultaneously better and worse than what the popular myth-making has it.
time products my-time
My work has always been the product of my time.
intelligent sometimes imbecility
Sometimes the most intelligent thing is not to do anything, certainly nothing loaded with the imbecility of emotionality.
time believe forgive-me
I believe that time, with its infinite understanding, will one day forgive me.
ends
Nothing good ever ends.
mad laughing
The mad also laugh, or is that what Freud and the others discovered perhaps, that only the mad laugh?
congratulations wisdom-experience sobriety
We get very little wisdom from success, you know.
greatness hunches mets
Human greatness is a rather difficult thing to account for, and more often than not one is mistaken in one's hunches about somebody one has met.