Papa got mad at my dissolute life, and was angry. Daisy wrote him all about it,...– Herzog, Bellow
Dear Governor Stevenson, Just a word with you, friend. I supported you in...– Herzog, Bellow
In every community there is a class of people profoundly dangerous to the rest. ...– Herzog, Bellow
The Illinois piece is almost done. It’s scandalous here and there; I mean...– Bellow
This sort of life suits me more than I would have thought possible. I fish and...– From: Bellow To: Samuel Freifeld
God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.– Sylvia Plath. (via perishwithemptiness)
Dear Sam— People will feel exposed, ridiculed, no matter how you deal...– Bellow
I wanted to batter the walls down—the hotel people, who had been very kind...– From: Bellow To: Henry Volkening
Dear Oscar and Edith: You know what it is for me to write a letter unless...– Saul Bellow
Well, enough woe. There are still beauty, fucking, little children and...– Saul Bellow in a letter to Melvin Tumin
God damn it, how I hate to feel that I am being used! I don’t mind giving...– Saul Bellow (Letter to Oscar Tarcov)
This Saul Bellow Letters book is going to be the end of me. I’ll see you all in three days. I have a debilitating fear that texting and twitter will mark the end of the era for writers like Bellow. This must be what they mean when they say there are detriments to advancements in technology. Revolt.
I had a letter from Sam (my brother) this morning, in which he urged me to...– Saul Bellow (A letter to friend Oscar Tarcov)
Is that my dream or is that your dream? I still can’t tell? Why can’t I tell?
If I had my life to live over, I would perhaps have more actual troubles but...– Don Herald