32 Quotes by Alfred Kazin

Art changes all the time, but it never “improves.” It may go down, or up, but it never improves as technology and medicine improve.

A year after Hemingway died on the front page, Faulkner went off after a binge, as if dying was nobody’s business but his own.

One writes to make a home for oneself, on paper, in time and in others’ minds.

Yet it puzzled me that no one around me seemed to take God very seriously. We neither believed nor disbelieved. He was our oldest habit.

Everything seems so small here now, old, mashed-in, more rundown even than I remember it, but with a heartbreaking familiarity at each door that makes me wonder if I can take in anything new, so strongly do I feel in Brownsville that I am walking in my sleep.