As a young person it was a revelation to discover that the writers I liked most, the writers who had the deepest empathy and insight into the human condition, were also far and away the funniest. I've since come to realize it's a not incidental correlation. Here's a few doozies that still come to mind from time to time:
As a young person it was a revelation to discover that the writers I liked most, the writers who had the deepest empathy and insight into the human condition, were also far and away the funniest. I've since come to realize it's a not incidental correlation. Here's a few doozies that still come to mind from time to time:
Flannery O’Connor: “She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
Grahame Greene: “He was impregnably armoured by his good intentions and ignorance.”
Kurt Vonnegut: “I could carve a better man out of a banana”
Edith Wharton: "He was like a merchant whose warehouse is crammed with an unmarketable commodity.”
Truman Capote: “That’s not writing, that’s typing”.
Cormac McCarthy: If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin' around.”
Dorothy Parker: “What fresh Hell is this?"
JD Salinger: “She wrote to him fairly regularly from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.”
As a young person it was a revelation to discover that the writers I liked most, the writers who had the deepest empathy and insight into the human condition, were also far and away the funniest. I've since come to realize it's a not incidental correlation. Here's a few doozies that still come to mind from time to time:
Flannery O’Connor: “She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
Grahame Greene: “He was impregnably armoured by his good intentions and ignorance.”
Kurt Vonnegut: “I could carve a better man out of a banana”
Edith Wharton: "He was like a merchant whose warehouse is crammed with an unmarketable commodity.”
Truman Capote: “That’s not writing, that’s typing”.
Cormac McCarthy: If there's one thing on this planet you don't look like it's a bunch of good luck walkin' around.”
Dorothy Parker: “What fresh Hell is this?"
JD Salinger: “She wrote to him fairly regularly from a paradise of triple exclamation points and inaccurate observations.”