In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

Thomas Wolfe

Thomas Wolfe

Profession: Novelist
Nationality: American

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You have reached the pinnacle of success as soon as you become uninterested in money, compliments, or publicity.

Was it in woman's nature to be content with all that a man could give her, and not forever want what was not his to give?

The mountains were his masters. They rimmed in life. They were the cup of reality, beyond growth, beyond struggle and death. They were his absolute unity in the midst of eternal change.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

Not even the most powerful organs of the press, including Time, Newsweek, and The New York Times, can discover a new artist or certify his work and make it stick. They can only bring you the scores.

Fiction is not fact, but fiction is fact selected and understood, fiction is fact arranged and charged with purpose.

After that, we had no.

Every moment is the fruit of forty thousand years.

Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

I had not yet learned that one cannot really be superior without humility and tolerance and human understanding. I did not yet know that in order to belong to a rare and higher breed one must first develop the true power and talent of selfless immolation.

Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into the nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.

By God, I shall spend the rest of my life getting my heart back, healing and forgetting every scar you put upon me when I was a child. The first move I ever made, after the cradle, was to crawl for the door, and every move I have made since has been an effort to escape.

We are the sum of all our parts.

The old hunger for voyages fed at his heart....To go alone...into strange cities; to meet strange people and to pass again before they could know him; to wander, like his own legend, across the earth--it seemed to him there could be no better thing than that.