“'Eugene saw a woman,her eyes were blue,so quickly did he fall for her that no one in the room even heard the sound.'Period,end of chapter four."
“Only 98 more to go!"
“I love you ! Max Perkins!"
“We're supposed to be working."
“This is work.I decide you can never appreciate the music of my book,the tonality and cadence,without experiencing the dark rhythms that inspire me."
“You hear it,Max?"
“I don't care much for music."
“There's a savage indictment of your grim,puritan soul.
The whole thing about jazz is that these fellas are artists.They interpret the song,letting music pour on out,riff upon riff,just like I do with works.
To hell with standard forms!To hell with Flaubert and Henry James!
Be original,hmm? Blaze new trails.
That's the whole ugly gorilla."
There,that's Henry James for you.It's comfort and familiar,isn't it?
Sounds like an ugly gorilla coming our way,don't it?
That's Tom Wolfe!
Feel it Max!
I see your feet moving! I see your knees moving!
Come on Max feel it!"
“There's one paragraph I have to add to the book."
“I have to add it."
“If you start adding paragraphs,we're sunk! One paragraph will lead to two and then we'll be here for another year..."
“Shall I read it to you?It goes at the very front.
This book is dedicated to Maxwell Evarts Perkins.A brave and honest man who stuck to the writer of this book. Through times of bitter hopelessness.
The author hopes this book will prove worthy of him."
“I wish you wouldn't."
“Editors should be anonymous.
More than that,there's always the fear that I deformed your book. Who's to say it wasn't the way it was mean to be when you first brought it in?
War And Peace,not just war."
“That's what we editors lose sleep over,you know?
Are we really making books better?Or just making them different?"
“You're not frivolous,Tom.
I think back in the caveman days,our ancestors would huddle around the fire at night. Wolves would be howling in the dark,just beyond the light. And one person would start talking,and he will tell a story,so we wouldn't be so scared in the dark."
“...Human beings aren't fiction.
You have no idea what I had to go through to get where I am right now.
So I can look at you and feel nothing.
You know the way out."