Short-story Quotes

Without warning, David was visited by an exact vision of death: a long hole in the ground, no wider ...

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile in...

This person has hoped and dreamed and now it is really happening and this person can hardly believe ...

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike. Th...

They turned on themselves, like a feverish wheel, all tumbling spokes. Margot stood alone. She was a...

As though she had entered a fable, as though she were no more than words crawling along a dry page, ...

It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

It isn't fair, it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson screamed, and then they were upon her.

Sisyphus, I. I cling to my rock, you don’t have to chain me. Stand back! I roll it up—up, up. And … ...

It was a fine summer morning, the kind to make a man happy to be alive. And probably the man *would*...

These short stories are vast structures existing mostly in the subconscious of our cultural history....

For me, the short story is not a character sketch, a mouse trap, an epiphany, a slice of suburban li...

As a rule, however fine and deep a phrase may be, it only affects the indifferent, and cannot fully ...

In all nature there seemed to be a feeling of hopelessness and pain. The earth, like a ruined woman ...

But I MUST say what I feel and think in some way — it is such a relief! But the effort is getting to...

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and prov...

Yes, the saint was underrated quite a bit, then, mostly by people who didn’t like things that were i...

There was a certain amount of initial argumentation about the "meaning" of the balloon; this subside...

I have before suggested that a genuine blackguard is never without a pocket-handkerchief.

How had I deserved to be so blessed by such confessions? —how had I deserved to be so cursed with th...

From the dim regions beyond the mountains at the upper end of our encircled domain, there crept out ...

A feeling, for which I have no name, has taken possession of my soul.

I was cautious in what I said before the young lady; for I could not be sure that she was sane; and,...

He had read much of things as they are, and talked with too many people. Well-meaning philosophers h...

She’s the latest freshest fruit of our great American evolution. She’s the self-made girl!(…)Well, t...

What we often take to be the new is simply the old under some novel form.

Before he went away, he had heard all about the self-made girl, and there was something in the pictu...

Let us be vulgar and have some fun, let us invite the President.

Gerard turned away and ignored the cruelty of the meerkats, tore it from his mind. Lucretia needed a...

While there may not be a book in every one of us, there is so often a damned good short story.