John C. Hawkes

I didn't know what kind of jobs, because how was I prepared? At best, I would be an AB in English.

It's hard to tell whether the ship or airplane - they're all the same, I'm convinced - is male or female; it may shift back and forth.

My father's parents were Irish. Only a year before my father died, he and I went back to Ireland for a week to look at the old homestead.

I was not typical. Whatever typical or normal is, I was somehow separated and different.

To be anywhere near an enormous ocean liner when you are just like a fish in the water is frightening.

On the night before we were married, all of the anxiety in the world came down upon me.

I had to go to Sunday school once or twice in my life, and that's where I commented someplace on hearing.

I didn't for a moment doubt the choice, but if life is ever fearsome, it is truly fearsome then.

As in The Lime Twig dream and illusion are right at the center of Charivari.

I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.

I'm only interested in fiction that in some way or other voices the very imagination which is conceiving it.

I want prose fiction to be recognized as that, and I'm not interested in writing as it becomes more personal.