Standing at the edge of our city, a man could feel that we had made this place of streets and dwellings in the stillness of the desert, and that we had done a brave thing... Or a man could feel that we had made this city in the desert and that it was a fake thing and that our lives were empty lives, and that we were the contemporaries of the jack rabbits.


As quoted in "Saroyan's Literary Quarantine" by Peter H. King, in The Los Angeles Times (26 March 1997).


Standing at the edge of our city, a man could feel that we had made this place of streets and dwellings in the stillness of the desert, and that we...

Standing at the edge of our city, a man could feel that we had made this place of streets and dwellings in the stillness of the desert, and that we...

Standing at the edge of our city, a man could feel that we had made this place of streets and dwellings in the stillness of the desert, and that we...

Standing at the edge of our city, a man could feel that we had made this place of streets and dwellings in the stillness of the desert, and that we...