Harold Brodkey - Quotes

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I am sensible of the velocity of the moments, and entering that part of my head alert to the motion of the world I am aware that life was never perfect, never absolute. This bestows contentment, even a fearlessness. ---->>>

I look upon another's insistence on the merits of his or her life - duties, intellect, accomplishment - and see that most of it is nonsense. ---->>>

I was always crazy about New York, dependent on it, scared of it - well, it is dangerous - but beyond that there was the pressure of being young and of not yet having done work you really liked, trademark work, breakthrough work. ---->>>

It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do. ---->>>

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself. ---->>>

But death's acquisitive instincts will win. ---->>>

Me, my literary reputation is mostly abroad, but I am anchored here in New York. I can't think of any other place I'd rather die than here. ---->>>

True stories, autobiographical stories, like some novels, begin long ago, before the acts in the account, before the birth of some of the people in the tale. ---->>>

If you like to read, sometimes it's interesting just to go and see what the reality is, of the word, of the seedy or not so seedy fiction writer, the drunk or sober poet... Sometimes you can go looking for illumination. ---->>>

It is like visiting one's funeral, like visiting loss in its purest and most monumental form, this wild darkness, which is not only unknown but which one cannot enter as oneself. ---->>>

God is an immensity, while this disease, this death, which is in me, this small, tightly defined pedestrian event, is merely and perfectly real, without miracle - or instruction. ---->>>

I am in an adolescence in reverse, as mysterious as the first, except that this time I feel it as a decay of the odds that I might live for a while, that I can sleep it off. ---->>>

I awake with a not entirely sickened knowledge that I am merely young again and in a funny way at peace, an observer who is aware of time's chariot, aware that some metamorphosis has occurred. ---->>>

Almost the first thing I did when I became ill was to buy a truly good television set. ---->>>

Death and I are head to head in a total collision, pure and mutual distaste. ---->>>

It bothers me that I won't live to see the end of the century, because, when I was young, in St. Louis, I remember saying to Marilyn, my sister by adoption, that that was how long I wanted to live: seventy years. ---->>>

Memory, so complete and clear or so evasive, has to be ended, has to be put aside, as if one were leaving a chapel and bringing the prayer to an end in one's head. ---->>>

I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not. ---->>>

I have thousands of opinions still - but that is down from millions - and, as always, I know nothing. ---->>>

Public radio is alive and kicking, it always has been. ---->>>

This identity, this mind, this particular cast of speech, is nearly over. ---->>>

I can't change the past, and I don't think I would. I don't expect to be understood. I like what I've written, the stories and two novels. If I had to give up what I've written in order to be clear of this disease, I wouldn't do it. ---->>>

In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your room it will always be difficult to guess at the long term worth of anything. ---->>>

So an autobiography about death should include, in my case, an account of European Jewry and of Russian and Jewish events - pogroms and flights and murders and the revolution that drove my mother to come here. ---->>>

Biography

Nationality: American
Born: 10-25, 1930
Birthplace: Staunton, Illinois
Die: 01-26, 1996
Occupation: Author
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Harold Brodkey (October 25, 1930 – January 26, 1996), born Aaron Roy Weintraub, was an American short-story writer and novelist.(wikipedia)