The horror of the twentieth century was the size of each new event, and the paucity of its reverberation. — Norman Mailer
We are close to dead. There are faces and bodies like gorged maggots on the dance floor — Norman Mailer
I’m hostile to men, I’m hostile to women, I’m hostile to cats, to poor cockroaches, I’m afraid of horses. — Norman Mailer
I think it’s bad to talk about one’s present work, for it spoils something at the root of the creative act. It discharges the tension. — Norman Mailer
He got a corporation mind. He don’t believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man. — Norman Mailer