Jess Walter Quotes

He thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.

His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about. Please, Pasquale rasped to Tommaso. Go. The

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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.

I think so, too. I know I felt that way. For years. It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at th...

It was as if I was a character in a movie and the real action was about to start at any minute. But I think some people wait forever, and only at the end of their lives do they realize that their life...

Make them want to give you the thing you're taking.

Oh, the things she would say if she could--but it's a minefield of courtesies and manners, this dying business.

Os hospitais tentam vender centros de parto, os infantários vendem amor, as escolas vendem sucesso... os vendedores de carros promovem o luxo, os conselheiros a autoestima, as massagistas oferecem fin...

Pasquale’s eyes felt heavy and he thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.

Zo gaat het wanneer je je verliest in dromen, dacht hij: je droomt van het een, je droomt van het ander en voor je het weet heb je je hele leven verslapen.

Pure talent and charisma and like gods they were terrible together. Awful. A gorgeous nightmare.

She was asleep, that blond hair swirled like butter on the pillow beneath her

Shit. Claire riffles through worst-case scenarios: The pay is in cocaine;

Something about the memory caused him to tear up, to think again about the unknowable nature of the people we love.

Sometimes, she said, what we want to do and what we must do are not the same. She put a hand on his shoulder. Pasqo, the smaller the space between your desire and what is right, the happier you will b...

You had to write it, and he had to play it, and I'm just so grateful I got to see it.

There are only two good outcomes for a quest like this, the hope of the serendipitous savant — sail for Asia and stumble on America — and the hope of scarecrows and tin men: that you find out you had...

Use beautiful to describe a sandwich, and the word means nothing.

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...

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.

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...