Quotes of Herbert Gold - somelinesforyou

“ Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Sometimes he advertises himself assiduously, writing a few words and then rushing to the talk show to wave his flag. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Sometimes he advertises himself assiduously, writing a few words and then rushing to the talk show to wave his flag. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories and their nightmares to extract meaning, truth, beauty. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Sometimes he advertises himself assiduously, writing a few words and then rushing to the talk show to wave his flag. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast. ”

- Herbert Gold

“ Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body wondering if anybody is listening. ”

- Herbert Gold
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