When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places. – John Cheever
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. – John Cheever
When I remember my family, I always remember their backs. They were always indignantly leaving places. – John Cheever
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. – 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
I cant write without a reader. Its precisely like a kiss – you cant do it alone. – John Cheever