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Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil not the strength to choose between the two.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
When the beginnings of self-destruction enter the heart it seems no bigger than a grain of sand.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
The organizations of men, like men themselves, seem subject to deafness, nearsightedness, lameness, and involuntary cruelty. We seem tragically unable to help one another, to understand one another.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
One would never have guessed that the world had such a capacity for genuine grief. The most we can do is exploit our memories of his excellence.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey’s gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
At my back I hear the word—”homosexual”—and it seems to split my world in two.... It is ignorance, our ignorance of one another, that creates this terrifying erotic chaos. Information, a crumb of information, seems to light the world.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
People named John and Mary never divorce. For better or for worse, in madness and in saneness, they seem bound together for eternity by their rudimentary nomenclature. They may loathe and despise one another, quarrel, weep, and commit mayhem, but they are not free to divorce. Tom, Dick, and Harry can go to Reno on a whim, but nothing short of death can separate John and Mary.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)
Strange and predatory and truly dangerous, car thieves and muggers—they seem to jeopardize all our cherished concepts, even our self-esteem, our property rights, our powers of love, our laws and pleasures. The only relationship we seem to have with them is scorn or bewilderment, but they belong somewhere on the dark prairies of a country that is in the throes of self-discovery.
The Journals of John Cheever (1991)