Thomas Wolfe — American Novelist born on October 03, 1900, died on September 15, 1938

Thomas Clayton Wolfe was an American novelist of the early twentieth century... (wikipedia)

You have reached the pinnacle of success as soon as you become uninterested in money, compliments, or publicity.
Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you.
All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.
America - it is a fabulous country, the only fabulous country; it is the only place where miracles not only happen, but where they happen all the time.
In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.