Thomas WolfeThinkers

America is haunted by a strange paradox... that we are fixed and certain only when we are in movement.

The City is the place where men are constantly seeking to find their door and where they are doomed to wandering forever.

Home is a place you are unable to return to.

Home is definitionally gone — You Can't Go Home Again.

Love is the ultimate expression of the will to live.

A Missionary is people who make the world safe for hypocrisy.

New York City is hideously ugly for the most part, one yet remembers it as a place of proud and passionate beauty; the place of everlasting hunger, it is also the place where men feel their lives will be gloriously fulfilled and their hunger fed.

Obiter dicta is the words in passing that give the game away.

October is a month where summer fades and passes, when we will smell smoke and feel an unsuspected sharpness, a thrill of nervous, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure.

Pity is more than any other feeling a 'learned' emotion and a child will have it least of all.