Then it is dark; it is a night where kings in golden suits ride elephants over the mountains.
John CheeverI don't like to see all my energies, all of my youth, wasted in fur coats and radios and slipcovers.
John CheeverMy God, the suburbs! They encircled the city's boundaries like enemy territory and we thought of them as a loss of privacy, a cesspool of conformity and a life of indescribable dreariness in some split-level village where the place name appeared in the New York Times only when some bored housewife blew off her head with a shotgun.
John CheeverTo be an American and unable to play baseball is comparable to being a Polynesian and unable to swim.
John Cheever