Harold Brodkey

In New York one lives in the moment rather more than Socrates advised, so that at a party or alone in your room it will always be difficult to guess at the long term worth of anything. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#alone #always #anything #difficult #guess

It is death that goes down to the center of the earth, the great burial church the earth is, and then to the curved ends of the universe, as light is said to do. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#center #church #curved #death #down

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

#darkness #enter #form #funeral #like

Me, my literary reputation is mostly abroad, but I am anchored here in New York. I can't think of any other place I'd rather die than here. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#am #anchored #any #die #here

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

#bringing #chapel #clear #complete #end

Public radio is alive and kicking, it always has been. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#always #been #kicking #public #public radio

This identity, this mind, this particular cast of speech, is nearly over. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#identity #mind #nearly #over #particular

True stories, autobiographical stories, like some novels, begin long ago, before the acts in the account, before the birth of some of the people in the tale. ↗

— Harold Brodkey

#acts #ago #autobiographical #before #begin