The world that was not mine yesterday now lies spread out at my feet, a splendor. I seem, in the middle of the night, to have returned to the world of apples, the orchards of Heaven. Perhaps I should take my problems to a shrink, or perhaps I should enjoy the apples that I have, streaked with color like the evening sky.
John CheeverThe irony of Christmas is always upon the poor in heart; the mystery of the solstice is always upon the rest of us.
John CheeverGood writers are often excellent at a hundred other things, but writing promises a greater latitude for the ego.
John CheeverThe deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.
John Cheever