The pain of severe depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it. William Styron More Quotes by William Styron More Quotes From William Styron What I really mean is that a great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading it. William Styron good-book reading book I'm simply the happiest, the placidest, when I'm writing, and so I suppose that that, for me, is the final answer. ... It's fine therapy for people who are perpetually scared of nameless threats as I am most of the time. William Styron finals writing people Further, Dr. Gold said with a straight face, the pill at optimum dosage could have the side effect of impotence. Until that moment, although I'd had some trouble with his personality, I had not thought him totally lacking in perspicacity; now I was not all sure. Putting myself in Dr. Gold's shoes, I wondered if he seriously thought that this juiceless and ravaged semi-invalid with the shuffle and the ancient wheeze woke up each morning from his Halcion sleep eager for carnal fun. William Styron sleep morning fun Like Hemingway and Faulkner, but in an entirely different mode, Fitzgerald had that singular quality without which a writer is not really a writer at all, and that is a voice, a distinct and identifiable voice. This is really not the same thing as a style; a style can be emulated, a voice cannot, and the witty, rueful, elegaic voice gives his work its bright authenticity. William Styron voice witty giving In depression . . . faith in deliverance, in ultimate restoration, is absent. The pain is unrelenting, and what makes the condition intolerable is the foreknowledge that no remedy will come - - not in a day, an hour, a month, or a minute . . . It is hopelessness even more than pain that crushes the soul. William Styron crush sad depression Writers ever since writing began have had problems, and the main problem narrows down to just one word - life. William Styron one-word problem writing Let your love flow out on all living things. William Styron living-things flow love Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death has no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever. William Styron reading forever book A great book should leave you with many experiences. William Styron inspirational-reading should book Wickedly funny to read and morally bracing as only good satire can be. William Styron satire Depression...so mysteriously painful and elusive. William Styron elusive painful The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis, and we'd have a mighty dull literature if all the writers that came along were a bunch of happy chuckleheads. William Styron literature age writing I thought there's something to be said for honor in this world where there doesn't seem to be any honor left. I thought that maybe happiness wasn't really anything more than the knowledge of a life well spent, in spite of whatever immediate discomfort you had to undergo, and that if a life well spent meant compromises and conciliations and reconciliations, and suffering at the hands of the person you love, well then better that than live without honor. William Styron honor suffering hands The good writing of any age has always been the product of someone's neurosis. William Styron neurosis age writing Mysteriously and in ways that are totally remote from natural experience, the gray drizzle of horror induced by depression takes on the quality of physical pain. William Styron pain suffering depression my brain had begun to endure its familiar siege: panic and dislocation, and a sense that my thought processes were being engulfed by a toxic and unnameable tide that obliterated any enjoyable response to the living world. William Styron toxic brain world I think that one of the compelling themes of fiction is this confrontation between good and evil. William Styron evil fiction thinking Writing is a form of self-flagellation. William Styron form self writing Every writer since the beginning of time, just like other people, has been afflicted by what a friend of mine calls William Styron mines has-beens people I felt myself no longer a husk but a body with some of the body's sweet juices stirring again. I had my first dream in many months, confused but to this day imperishable, with a flute in it somewhere, and a wild goose, and a dancing girl. William Styron girl dream sweet
