Edmund Wilson Quotes

I’m not anybody – bundle-of-mirrors idea – the things in the apartment, what do they represent? Nobody! Nothing! A dozen places and times and personalities, and none of them mine! What am I? Not a farmer’s son – not a real cosmopolitan! – not a citizen and not an artist! The phony result of all […]

From the moment a New Yorker is confronted with almost any large city of Europe, it is impossible for him to pretend to himself that his own city is anything other than an unscrupulous real-estate speculation.

Marxism is the opium of the intellectuals.