It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. – John Cheever
For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain [and] the noise of battle. – John Cheever
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. – John Cheever
For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain [and] the noise of battle. – John Cheever
All literary men are Red Sox fans – to be a Yankee fan in a literate society is to endanger your life. – John Cheever
A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbeys gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind. – John Cheever