The sight of these closed golden houses with their warmth of life awoke in him a bitter, poignant, strangely mixed emotion of exile and return, of loneliness and security, of being forever shut out from the palpable and passionate integument of life and fellowship, and of being so close to it that he could touch it with his hand, enter it by a door, possess it with a word--a word that, somehow, he could never speak, a door that, somehow, he would never open.
Thomas WolfeAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 3, 1900
- Died: September 15, 1938