Quotes by James Thurber

"Walter Mitty: To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other, and to feel. That is the purpose of life."
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"All human beings should try to learn before they die what they are running from, and to, and why."
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"Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility."
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"Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around us in awareness."
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"Why do you have to be a nonconformist like everybody else?"
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Books by James Thurber

  • The Wizard of Oz
  • 398,539 ratings
  • 1960 by Fawcett/Crest (Greenwich, CT)

    (first published March 17th 1900)

  • The 13 Clocks
  • 6,849 ratings
  • February 1st 1992 by Yearling

    (first published 1950)

  • Many Moons
  • 5,229 ratings
  • April 1st 1981 by Harcourt Brace Jovanovich

    (first published 1943)

  • My Life and Hard Times
  • 3,267 ratings
  • October 6th 1999 by Harper Perennial Modern Classics

    (first published November 1933)

  • The Thurber Carnival
  • 2,982 ratings
  • November 19th 2013 by Harper Perennial Modern Classics

    (first published 1945)

  • The Wonderful O
  • 1,316 ratings
  • February 1st 1992 by Yearling

    (first published 1957)

James Thurber
  • James Thurber

  • Date of birth: December 08, 1894
  • Died: November 02, 1961
  • Born: in Columbus, Ohio, The United States.

  • Description: Thurber was born in Columbus, Ohio to Charles L. Thurber and Mary Agnes (Mame) Fisher Thurber. Both of his parents greatly influenced his work. His father, a sporadically employed clerk and minor politician who dreamed of being a lawyer or an actor, is said to have been the inspiration for the small, timid protagonist typical of many of his stories. Thurber described his mother as a "born comedienne" and "one of the finest comic talents I think I have ever known." She was a practical joker, on one occasion pretending to be crippled and attending a faith healer revival, only to jump up and proclaim herself healed.

    Thurber had two brothers, William and Robert. Once, while playing a game of William Tell, his brother William shot James in the eye with an arrow. Because of the lack of medical technology, Thurber lost his eye. This injury would later cause him to be almost entirely blind. During his childhood he was unable to participate in sports and activities because of his injury, and instead developed a creative imagination, which he shared in his writings.

    From 1913 to 1918, Thurber attended The Ohio State University, where he was a member of the Phi Kappa Psi Fraternity. He never graduated from the University because his poor eyesight prevented him from taking a mandatory ROTC course. In 1995 he was posthumously awarded a degree.

    From 1918 to 1920, at the close of World War I, Thurber worked as a code clerk for the Department of State, first in Washington, D.C. and then at the American Embassy in Paris, France. After this Thurber returned to Columbus, where he began his writing career as a reporter for the Columbus Dispatch from 1921 to 1924. During part of this time, he reviewed current books, films, and plays in a weekly column called "Credos and Curios," a title that later would be given to a posthumous collection of his work. Thurber also returned to Paris in this period, where he wrote for the Chicago Tribune and other newspapers.

    In 1925, he moved to Greenwich Village in New York City, getting a job as a reporter for the New York Evening Post. He joined the staff of The New Yorker in 1927 as an editor with the help of his friend and fellow New Yorker contributor, E.B. White. His career as a cartoonist began in 1930 when White found some of Thurber's drawings in a trash can and submitted them for publication. Thurber would contribute both his writings and his drawings to The New Yorker until the 1950s.

    Thurber was married twice. In 1922, Thurber married Althea Adams. The marriage was troubled and ended in divorce in May 1935. Adams gave Thurber his only child, his daughter Rosemary. Thurber remarried in June, 1935 to Helen Wismer. His second marriage lasted until he died in 1961, at the age of 66, due to complications from pneumonia, which followed upon a stroke suffered at his home. His last words, aside from the repeated word "God," were "God bless... God damn," according to Helen Thurber.

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