It’s absolutely philistine not to recognize what a great book ‘An American Dream’ is. Norman Mailer is his own worst enemy, and if you don’t catch him in a defensive position, he’ll admit it. I’d really like to help that man.
In America everybody is of the opinion that he has no social superiors, since all men are equal, but he does not admit that he has no social inferiors, for, from the time of Jefferson onward, the doctrine that all men are equal applies only upwards, not downwards.
I was fascinated by mortality. Most people are, even if they don’t admit it.
The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It’s the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.
Everyone admits that love is wonderful and necessary, yet no one agrees on just what it is.
But at any rate, the point is that God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.
There must be such a thing as a child with average ability, but you can’t find a parent who will admit that it is his child.
Friendship is a difficult, dangerous job. It is also (though we rarely admit it) extremely exhausting.
The longer I live, the more I feel that true repose consists in ‘renouncing’ one’s own self, by which I mean making up one’s mind to admit that there is no importance whatever in being ‘happy’ or ‘unhappy’ in the usual meaning of the words.
One doesn’t simply write about Lyndon Johnson. You get the Johnson treatment from beyond the grave – arm around you, nose to nose. I should admit that he also reminds me of my father, quite an overbearing and narcissistic character. And in some ways, he reminds me of myself. Another workaholic.