Thomas Wolfe Quotes

It's a nice neighborhood, like the one I left. My home borough is Brooklyn and Queens.

I have a novel that I can write. It's about three soldiers from Somalia. Some babies have been disappearing up on 144th Street, and I speculate later on what happened to them and how they might have been got back. These guys are dead, all three, and they have a chance in the afterlife to do something they should have done when they were alive.

The undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveler returns.

I don't know what's on the other side.

I use the setting of a small rural Norwegian community - the kind of place that I know so intimately. I could never write a novel set in a big city, because, frankly, I don't know what it would be like.

I live in Brooklyn; I live in Clinton Hill. I love it there.

I appreciate the city of New York just embracing me, and Brooklyn in general.

We don't like our lives being monitored, so when someone dies alone, perhaps there are always answers that remain out of reach.

I know Coney Island more than I know Queens and Brooklyn! And I understand everything about it - Coney Island is my home.

Maybe when we die, the first thing we'll say is 'I know this feeling. I was here before'.

One of the great thing about New York is the neighborhood - you go for your walk in the morning and you know your dry cleaning lady, you know the guy in your coffee shop - that's your neighborhood and I love that.

Death is only a launching into the region of the strange Untried; it is but the first salutation to the possibilities of the immense Remote, the Wild, the Watery, the Unshored.

Now that I am dead, I know everything.

Silvio, I gotta go, find out something only dead men know.

Those who know don't tell and those who tell don't know.

Demand me nothing: what you know, you know.

Even with all of its changing, Brooklyn's architecture still feels like home, the language feels like home. It's changing so quickly that it's surprising. It's surprising still, when someone looks kind of askance to see me walking towards them.

You just never know when you're going into eternity.

I'm not dead. But when I am, it's likeI don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading.

When I die, I will see the lining of the world. The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.

Dear, beauteous death, the jewel of the just! Shining nowhere but in the dark; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark!

Can I ask you about Caroline Mathers?" "And you say there's no afterlife.

In the nature of the case, an explorer can never know what he is exploring until it has been explored.

You see, we didn't know.