Larry McMurtry
Larry McMurtry was an American novelist, screenwriter, and essayist who was born on June 3, 1936, in Archer City, Texas.
McMurtry was educated at the University of North Texas and at Rice University. He wrote in English across all three of his chosen forms — fiction, screenwriting, and the essay — and his career brought him recognition from some of the most prominent institutions in American arts and letters. Among these honors was a Guggenheim Fellowship, awarded in support of his work as a writer.
He also received the Academy Award for Best Writing, Adapted Screenplay, a distinction that placed his contributions to film alongside his literary output. The National Humanities Medal, awarded by the United States government, further marked his standing as a writer working across multiple forms. McMurtry died on March 25, 2021, in Archer City, Texas — the same small town where he had been born more than eight decades earlier.
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True maturity is only reached when a man realizes he has become a father figure to his girlfriends' boyfriends - and he accepts it.
Earlier in his life he had done many foolish things in order to convince himself that he was not worthless.
The thought crossed his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn’t be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped out of line. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn’t find the energy to fight it any longer.
As she was finishing her song, the notes dipped down low – they carried a sadness that was more than a sadness at the death of men; rather it was a sadness at the lives of men, and of women. It reminded those who heard the rising, dipping notes, of notes of hopes that had been born, and, yet, died; of promise, and the failure of promise.
You told me to stay,” July said. “I know I did, son,” Augustus said. “I’m sure you wish you had. But yesterday’s gone on down the river and you can’t get it back. Go on with your digging and I’ll tidy up.
You don’t get the pint, Woodrow,” Augustus said. “I’ve walked the earth in my pride all these years. If that’s lost, then let the rest be lost with it. There’s certain things my vanity won’t abide.
During the day he had not trusted enough, and had worn himself out with pointless scurryings.
When the lightning struck, the whole prairie would be bathed for a second in white light.
In fact, July felt he had reached a point in his life where virtually nothing was known.