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. Harold Brodkey bringchapelclear Change image and share on social
I feel sorry for the man who marries you... because everyone thinks you're sweet and you're not. Harold Brodkey feelmanmarry Change image and share on social
Almost the first thing I did when I became ill was to buy a truly good television set. Harold Brodkey buygoodill Change image and share on social
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. Harold Brodkey darknessenterform Change image and share on social
I have thousands of opinions still - but that is down from millions - and, as always, I know nothing. Harold Brodkey millionopinionthousand Change image and share on social
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. Harold Brodkey changecleardisease share on social
This identity, this mind, this particular cast of speech, is nearly over. Harold Brodkey castidentitymind Change image and share on social
But death's acquisitive instincts will win. Harold Brodkey acquisitivedeathinstinct Change image and share on social
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. Harold Brodkey adolescencedecayfeel Change image and share on social
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. Harold Brodkey agonycombinedie Change image and share on social
