
"Tom Wolfe's Failed Optimism" (1977), Beginning To See the Light: Pieces of a Decade (1981)
Source: Red Seas Under Red Skies (2007), Chapter 1 “Little Games” section 4 (p. 29)
"Tom Wolfe's Failed Optimism" (1977), Beginning To See the Light: Pieces of a Decade (1981)
“Drink to me. Drink to my health. You know I can't drink any more.”
Quoted in: Scott Slater, Alec Solomita (1980), Exits: stories of dying moments & parting words. p. 8.
Slater & Solomita (1980) explained:
"It was a spirited dinner and Picasso a cheerful, genial host. After the meal, while pouring wine into a friend's glass, Picasso said, Drink to me. Drink to my health. You know I can't drink any more. A little later, about 11:30 P.M., he left his guests, saying, And now I must go back to work. He was up painting until 3:00 A.M. That morning Picasso woke at 11:30, unable to move. By 11:40 he was dead..".
1970s
“Ideas are driven by a single impulse: to be made manifest.”
Source: Big Magic: Creative Living Beyond Fear
“The piano has been drinking, not me.”
"The Piano Has Been Drinking", Small Change (1976).
1830s, The American Scholar http://www.emersoncentral.com/amscholar.htm (1837)
Memoirs, Falling Towards England (1985)
“Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!”
“I don't drink liquor. I don't like it. It makes me feel good.”
As quoted in Time magazine (5 May 1958).
Afterword to The Dud Avocado (2006)
Context: The Big Personalities weighed in. Soon after its publication Irwin Shaw wrote to me praising it. Terry Southern, calling me "Miss Smarts," said I was "a perfect darling." Gore Vidal phoned one morning saying, "You’ve got the one thing a writer needs: You’ve got your own voice. Now go." Ernest Hemingway said to me, "I liked your book. I liked the way your characters all speak differently." And then added, "My characters all sound the same because I never listen." All this, and heaven too. Laurence Olivier told me that now that my book was making a lot of money we could elope and I could support us. The Financial Times ran an item which read, "Such and such stock: No dud avocado." Groucho Marx wrote me, "I had to tell someone how much I enjoyed The Dud Avocado.… If this was actually your life, I don’t know how the hell you got through it." When people ask me how autobiographical the book is I say, all the impulsive, outrageous things my heroine does, I did. All the sensible things she did, I made up.