All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken. Thomas Wolfe earthfencefield Change image and share on social
The reason a writer writes a book is to forget a book and the reason a reader reads one is to remember it. Thomas Wolfe bookforgetread Change image and share on social
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 asleepbeautifuldarkness Change image and share on social
One belongs to New York instantly. One belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years. Thomas Wolfe belonginstantlyminute Change image and share on social
Most of the time we think we're sick, it's all in the mind. Thomas Wolfe mindsicktime Change image and share on social
Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you. Thomas Wolfe desireescapefelt Change image and share on social
Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man. Thomas Wolfe centralexperienceinevitable Change image and share on social
Publishing is a very mysterious business. It is hard to predict what kind of sale or reception a book will have, and advertising seems to do very little good. Thomas Wolfe advertisebookbusiness Change image and share on social
Perhaps this is our strange and haunting paradox here in America - that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement. Thomas Wolfe americafixhaunt Change image and share on social
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. Thomas Wolfe artistbringcertify Change image and share on social