Unless artists can remember what it was to be a little boy, they are only half complete as artist and as man.
JAMES THURBERI write humor the way a surgeon operates, because it is a livelihood, because I have a great urge to do it, because many interesting challenges are set up, and because I have the hope it may do some good.
More James Thurber Quotes
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A false or misunderstood word may create as much disaster as a sudden thoughtless act.
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Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.
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Humourists lead… an existence of jumpiness and apprehension. They sit on the edge of the chair of Literature. In the house of Life they have the feeling that they have never taken off their overcoats.
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The past is an old armchair in the attic, the present an ominous ticking sound, and the future is anybody’s guess.
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I was seized by the stern hand of Compulsion, that dark, unreasonable Urge that impels women to clean house in the middle of the night.
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There is no safety in numbers, or in anything else.
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Man has gone long enough, or even too long, without being man enough to face the simple truth that the trouble with man is man.
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There are two kinds of light – the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.
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History is replete with proofs, from Cato the Elder to Kennedy the Younger, that if you scratch a statesman you find an actor, but it is becoming harder and harder, in our time, to tell government from show business.
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For one thing, she pronounced flowers ‘flars’ and I couldn’t let it slide.
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One martini is all right. Two are too many, and three are not enough.
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Love is what you’ve been through with somebody.
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When all things are equal, translucence in writing is more effective than transparency, just as glow is more revealing than glare.
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Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death… others through sheer inability to cross the street.
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Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.
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