Inspirational Quotations

Inspirational Quotes by John Cheever (American Novelist)

John William Cheever (1912–82) was an American short-story writer and novelist known for his sharp-edged, critical assessment of the American middle class. Identified primarily with his short stories, he assessed his characters from the perspective of traditional morality.

Born in Quincy, Massachusetts, Cheever began telling stories when he was nine. He sold his first story, ‘Expelled,’ to The New Republic after he was thrown out of his private preparatory school at the age of 17. By age 22, The New Yorker was accepting his work, and, for years, he contributed a dozen stories a year to it.

Cheever’s first collection of stories was published in 1943 when he was in the army. After World War II, he taught English and wrote scripts for television. However, in 1951, a Guggenheim Fellowship allowed him to dedicate his attention to writing, and a second collection, The Enormous Radio and Other Stories, came out in 1953.

Cheever’s first novel, The Wapshot Chronicle (1957,) won the National Book award and its sequel, The Wapshot Scandal (1964,) was awarded the Howell’s Medal for Fiction. A steady stream of novels and stories followed, many of them focusing on the isolation and discontent of contemporary American life: Bullet Park (1969,) The World of Apples (1973,) Falconer (1977) and The Stories of John Cheever (1979; Pulitzer.) His final work, Oh What a Paradise It Seems (1982,) was published posthumously.

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My veins are filled, once a week with a Neapolitan carpet cleaner distilled from the Adriatic and I am as bald as an egg. However I still get around and am mean to cats.
John Cheever
Topics: Cancer

A lonely man is a lonesome thing, a stone, a bone, a stick, a receptacle for Gilbey’s gin, a stooped figure sitting at the edge of a hotel bed, heaving copious sighs like the autumn wind.
John Cheever
Topics: Loneliness

For me, a page of good prose is where one hears the rain (and) the noise of battle.
John Cheever
Topics: Writing

We praise Him, we bless Him, we adore Him, we glorify Him, and we wonder who is that baritone across the aisle and that pretty woman on our right who smells of apple blossoms. Our bowels stir and our cod itches and we amend our prayers for the spiritual life with the hope that it will not be too spiritual.
John Cheever
Topics: Churches, Religion

The organizations of men, like men themselves, seem subject to deafness, near-sightedness, lameness, and involuntary cruelty. We seem tragically unable to help one another, to understand one another.
John Cheever
Topics: Perfection

People named John and Mary never divorce. For better or for worse, in madness and in saneness, they seem bound together for eternity by their rudimentary nomenclature. They may loathe and despise one another, quarrel, weep, and commit mayhem, but they are not free to divorce. Tom, Dick, and Harry can go to Reno on a whim, but nothing short of death can separate John and Mary.
John Cheever
Topics: Divorce

Strange and predatory and truly dangerous, car thieves and muggers—they seem to jeopardize all our cherished concepts, even our self-esteem, our property rights, our powers of love, our laws and pleasures. The only relationship we seem to have with them is scorn or bewilderment, but they belong somewhere on the dark prairies of a country that is in the throes of self-discovery.
John Cheever

Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil—not the strength to choose between the two.
John Cheever
Topics: Wisdom

Homesickness is… absolutely nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time… You don’t really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don’t have, or haven’t been able to find.
John Cheever

I do not understand the capricious lewdness of the sleeping mind.
John Cheever
Topics: Dreams

The task of an American writer is not to describe the misgivings of a woman taken in adultery as she looks out of a window at the rain but to describe four hundred people under the lights reaching for a foul ball. This is ceremony.
John Cheever
Topics: Writers, Authors & Writing, Writing

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