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James Grover Thurber (1894 – 1961) was an American cartoonist, author, humorist, journalist, playwright, children’s book author, and celebrated wit. He was best known for his cartoons and short stories published mainly in The New Yorker magazine, such as “The Catbird Seat”, and collected in his numerous books. He was one of the most popular humorists of his time, as he celebrated the comic frustrations and eccentricities of ordinary people. He wrote the Broadway comedy The Male Animal in collaboration with his college friend Elliott Nugent; it was later adapted into a film starring Henry Fonda and Olivia de Havilland. His short story “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” has been adapted for film twice
“If I have any beliefs about immortality, it is that certain dogs I have known will go to heaven, and very few persons. ”
“In other countries, art and literature are left to a lot of shabby bums living in attics and feeding on booze and spaghetti.”
“You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren’t lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn’t go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.”
“In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.”
“Authors of light pieces have, nobody knows why, a genius for getting into minor difficulties: they walk into the wrong apartments, they drink furniture polish for stomach bitters, they drive their cars into the prize tulip beds of haughty neighbors, they playfully slap gangsters, mistaking them for old school friends.”
“I loathe the expression “What makes him tick.” It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solutions, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm. ”
“There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.”
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- - - - - - -“In other countries, art and literature are left to a lot of shabby bums living in attics and feeding on booze and spaghetti.”
“You are all a lost generation," Gertrude Stein said to Hemingway. We weren’t lost. We knew where we were, all right, but we wouldn’t go home. Ours was the generation that stayed up all night.”
“In his grief over the loss of a dog, a little boy stands for the first time on tiptoe, peering into the rueful morrow of manhood. After this most inconsolable of sorrows there is nothing life can do to him that he will not be able somehow to bear.”
“Authors of light pieces have, nobody knows why, a genius for getting into minor difficulties: they walk into the wrong apartments, they drink furniture polish for stomach bitters, they drive their cars into the prize tulip beds of haughty neighbors, they playfully slap gangsters, mistaking them for old school friends.”
“I loathe the expression “What makes him tick.” It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solutions, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm. ”
“There is something about a poet which leads us to believe that he died, in many cases, as long as 20 years before his birth.”