People imprison themselves.
Bruce Crown, How Dim the Promised Land.
“I checked my words carefully. Words more powerful than atom bombs and more cutting than AK-47s. People are fragile and words, not bullets will break them, and once they break every part of them spi...”
“A successful actor is praised for never giving up his dreams to become someone else for a living but to dream to be an unmasked artist is a mortal sin in a consumerist society. Artists don't consum...”
“The lighter something is, the easier it is to darken it.”
“How simple the American narrative. Suppose you have two hands. The American political system will cut off both hands. Youll then hear that those with one hand will be along the upper class and thos...”
“Artists hide their identities in the brushstrokes of their paintings, the verses in their cantos, and the sentences in their novels. The true face of an artist is never on his face and this is what...”
“Trust me. What a phrase. Is it a phrase or an idiom? I was never a wordsmith and I was too far along in life to even attempt to tackle a problem as complicated as words. Do writers struggle as much...”
“Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing.”
“The scepticism which men affect towards their higher inspirations is often not an honest doubt, but a guilty negligence, and is a sign of narrow mind and defective wisdom.”
“Police business is a hell of a problem. Its a good deal like politics. It asks for the highest type of men, and theres nothing in it to attract the highest type of men. So we have to work with what...”
“I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa”
“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.”
“I think it's impossible to really understand somebody, what they want, what they believe, and not love them the way they love themselves.”
“We are all so guilty at the way we have allowed the world around us to become more ugly and tasteless every year that we surrender to terror and steep ourselves in it.”
“Prison always has been a good place for writers, killing, as it does, the twin demons of mobility and diversion”
“All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar them outThe turmoil, tedium, gad-about.I lock my door upon myself,And bar them out; but who shall wallSelf from myself, most loathed of all?If I...”