Zuckerman, sucker though he was for seriousness, was still not going to be drawn into a discussion about agents and editors. If ever there was a reason for an American writer to seek asylum in Red China, it would be to put ten thousand miles between himself and those discussions.
Philip RothAll this, this luck – what did it mean? Coming so suddenly, and on such a scale, it was as baffling as a misfortune.
Philip RothYou're our Marcel Proust, Mr. Zuckerman."
Zuckerman laughed. It wasn't exactly how he saw it.
You have a conscience, and a conscience is a valuable attribute, but not if it begins to make you think you were to blame for what is far beyond the scope of your responsibility.
Philip RothTags: conscience guilt
Who are they now? They are the simplest version possible of themselves... They are out from under everything ever piled on top of them.
Philip RothI would quit while you’re ahead. Really. It’s an awful field. Just torture. Awful. You write and you write, and you have to throw almost all of it away because it’s not any good. I would say just stop now. You don’t want to do this to yourself. That’s my advice to you.
Philip RothI am the Raskolnikov of jerking off – the sticky evidence is everywhere!
Philip RothCuriously, the darkness seemed to have something to do with Harriet, Ron's intended, and I thought for a time that it was simply the reality of Harriet's arrival that had dramatized the passing of time: we had been talking about it and now suddenly it was here — just as Brenda's departure would be here before we knew it.
Philip RothTenía una imponente cabellera, una laberíntica y ondeante guirnalda de espirales y bucles, ensortijados y lo bastante grandes para servir como adornos navideños. El desasosiego de su infancia parecía haber pasado a las enroscaduras de su sinuosa y espesa cabellera. Su cabellera irreversible. Podías fregar cazos con aquel cabello sin que se alterase más que si lo hubieran cosechado en las oscuras profundidades marinas, como si fuese un organismo que creciera en los arrecifes, un denso ónice vivo, híbrido de coral y arbusto, tal vez poseedor de propiedades medicinales.
Philip RothOld age isn't a battle; old age is a massacre.
Philip RothTags: age
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