Jess Walter Quotes

After she disappeared inside the hotel, Pasquale entertained the unwieldy thought that he’d somehow summoned her, that after years of living in this place, after months of grief and loneliness and wai...

And I wonder if we don't live like waterseeking a levela low beduntil one day we just go dry.I wonder if a creek ever realizesit has made its own grave.

About Author

Jess Walter (born July 20, 1965) is an American author of seven novels, two collections of short stories, and a non-fiction book. He is the recipient of the Edgar Allan Poe Award, and was a finalist for the National Book Award in 2006.

And if a moment exists only in one's perception anyway, then perhaps the rush of feeling he has now is THE MOMENT, and not merely its shadow.

And if a moment exists only in one’s perception anyway, then perhaps the rush of feeling he has now is THE MOMENT, and not merely its shadow. Maybe every moment occurs at once, and they will always be...

And on and on it goes, in a thousand directions, everything occurring at once, in a great storm of the present, of now - all those lovely wrecked lives.

And when our lives do begin? I mean, the exacting part, the action? It's all so fast.

And when our lives do begin? I mean, the exciting part, the action? It's all so fast.

At peace? Who but the insane would ever be at peace? What person who has enjoyed life could possibly think one is enough? Who could live even a day and not feel the sweet ache of regret?

But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life has happened while they were waiting for it to start.

Caroline was struck by just how close twenty-four feet really is, how little space really exists between us. Of course they were different, Lenny Ryan’s shooting of the pawnbroker, her own shooting of...

Don't ever say that after sex, do you understand? If you feel the urge to say it, go see the girl first thing in the morning, with her night breath and no makeup...watch her on the toilet...listen to...

First, her father had a minor stroke, giving Claire a glimpse of his mortality and, by extension, her own. And then she had a vision of herself thirty years in the future: a spinster librarian in an a...

Go with it. Be confident and the world responds to your confidence, rewards your faith.

Guterak looked over. Hey, you got your hair cut. Yeah. Remy put the cap back on. What made you do that? I shot myself in the head last night. Well. Paul drove quietly for a moment, staring straight ah...

Pasquale considered his friend’s face. It had such an open quality, was such a clearly American face, like Dee’s face, like Michael Deane’s face. He believed he could spot an American anywhere by that...

People can handle an unjust world; it’s when the world becomes arbitrary and inexplicable that order breaks down.

Some memories remain close; you can shut your eyes and find yourself back in them. But there are second-person memories, too, distant you memories, and these are trickier: you watch yourself in disbel...

Spokane is old, and it is beautiful like old things are, lit from within by nostalgia and hard times.

That’s why people write books and stories, no doubt, to leave some impression behind, to share a sense of the beauty and pain. This

Who isn't crazy sometimes? Who hasn't driven around a block hoping a certain person will come out; who hasn't haunted a certain coffee shop, or stared obsessively at an old picture; who hasn't toiled...