John Cheever, The Stories Of John Cheever Quotes
It was a splendid summer morning and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong.
The image of a cleanly, self-possessed man exploiting his solitude was not easy to come by, but then he had not expected that it would be.
Standing in the rain outside the door of Percy’s old house, we seemed bound together not by blood and not by love but by a sense that the world and its works were hostile.
Percy must have perceived, early in her marriage, that her husband’s lechery was compulsive and incurable, but she was determined, like any other lover, to authenticate her suspicion.
When you get to be as old and as rich as I am, it’s hard to meet people.