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No complete son of a bitch ever wrote a good sentence.Malcolm Cowley
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They were learning that New York had another life, too – subterranean, like almost everything that was human in the city – a life of writers meeting in restaurants at lunchtime or in coffee houses after business hours to talk of work just started or magazines unpublished, and even to lay modest plans for the future. Modestly they were beginning to write poems worth the trouble of reading to their friends over coffee cups. Modestly they were rebelling once more.Malcolm Cowley
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Be kind and considerate with your criticism... It's just as hard to write a bad book as it is to write a good book.Malcolm Cowley
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There would seem to be four stages in the composition of a story. First comes the germ of the story, then a period of more or less conscious meditation, then the first draft, and finally the revision, which may be simply ‘pencil work’ as John O’Hara calls it – that is, minor changes in wording – or may lead to writing several drafts and what amounts to a new work.Malcolm Cowley
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The late 1920s were an age of islands, real and metaphorical. They were an age when Americans by thousands and tens of thousands were scheming to take the next boat for the South Seas or the West Indies, or better still for Paris, from which they could scatter to Majorca, Corsica, Capri or the isles of Greece. Paris itself was a modern city that seemed islanded in the past, and there were island countries, like Mexico, where Americans could feel that they had escaped from everything that oppressed them in a business civilization. Or without leaving home they could build themselves private islands of art or philosophy; or else - and this was a frequent solution - they could create social islands in the shadow of the skyscrapers, groups of close friends among whom they could live as unconstrainedly as in a Polynesian valley, live without moral scruples or modern conveniences, live in the pure moment, live gaily on gin and love and two lamb chops broiled over a coal fire in the grate. That was part of the Greenwich Village idea, and soon it was being copied in Boston, San Francisco, everywhere.Malcolm Cowley
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It is the fear of being as dependent as a young child while not being loved as a child is loved but merely being kept alive against one's will.Malcolm Cowley
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They tell you that you'll lose your mind when you grow older. What they don't tell you is that you won't miss it very much.Malcolm Cowley
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...but you drank your black coffee by choice, believeng that Paris was sufficient alcohol.Malcolm Cowley