James Dickey

Award won Role or nomination

1. 1923 age 0

   Born

2. 1972 age 49

   CreditDeliverance

   CreditDeliverancescreenwriter

3. 1997 age 73

   Died

• BRBurt Reynolds1 title
• BMBill McKinney1 title
• RCRonny Cox1 title
• JVJon Voight1 title
• EOEd O'Neill1 title
• VZVilmos Zsigmond1 title
• NBNed Beatty1 title
• JBJohn Boorman1 title
• EWEric Weissberg1 title
• BRBilly Redden1 title

• I was standing in the most absolute aloneness that I had ever been given.

  James Dickey, CC BY-SA 4.0

• Nobody worth a damn could ever come from such a place. It was nothing, like most places and people are nothing.

  James Dickey, CC BY-SA 4.0

• What a view, I said again. The river was blank and mindless with beauty. It was the most glorious thing I have ever seen. But it was not seeing, really. For once it was not just seeing. It was beholding. I beheld the river in its icy pit of brightness, in its far-below sound and indifference, in its large coil and tiny points and flashes of the moon, in its long sinuous form, in its uncomprehending consequence.

  James Dickey, CC BY-SA 4.0

• I decided that survival was not in the rivets and the metal, and not in the double-sealed doors and not in the marbles of Chinese checkers. It was in me. It came down to the man, and what he could do. The body is the one thing you can't fake; it's just got to be there.

  James Dickey, CC BY-SA 4.0

• At times I get the feeling I can't wait. Life is so fucked-up now, and so complicated, that I wouldn't mind if it came down, right quick, to the bare survival of who was ready to survive. You might say I've got the survival craze, the real bug. And to tell you the truth I don't think most other people have. They might cry and tear their hair and be ready for some short hysterical violence or other, but I think most of them wouldn't be too happy to give down and get it over with.... If everything wasn't dead, you could make a kind of life that wasn't out of touch with everything, with other forms of life. Where the seasons would mean something, would mean everything. Where you could hunt as you needed to, and maybe do a little light farming, and get along. You'd die early, and you'd suffer, and your children would suffer, but you'd be in touch.

  James Dickey, CC BY-SA 4.0

• I had the feeling that if it were perfectly quiet, if I could hear nothing, I would never wake up. Something in the world had to pull me back, for every night I went down deep, and if I had any sensation during sleep, it was of going deeper and deeper, trying to reach a point, a line or border.

  James Dickey, CC BY-SA 4.0