18 Quotes by 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.

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

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.

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

The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of imagination. The artist's eyes destroy death.

The would-bees take their honey from the flowers of creation.

Conformity is inevitable when folks huddle together in rebellion.

Catastrophe and desire are linked in our lives as the moon is linked to that reflected light from the sun which enables the eye to see it.

If mankind is naturally good, he is sure going against his nature more and more of the time. It sounds like a bad joke: the paranoids are after us.