It was as if all the books in her room had been feeding on her, had consumed – not nourished – her.
It surprised him that was the one who looked stricken with fear, as if she were a prisoner in the passenger seat and saw the fast-approaching collision seconds before the drive could react to it. Bon...
It is your responsibility to find fault with me, it is mine to hear you out. But don't expect me to change.
It is exhausting to be seventeen and not know who you are.
In this dirty minded world, you are either someone's wife or someone's whore. And if you're not either people think there is something wrong with you....but there is nothing wrong with me
In a living city, I could never have noticed so much. Living cities don't hold still.
If you live long enough, Bill - it's a world of epilogues, Richard Abbott said.
If you can't love crudeness, how can you truly love mankind?
IF YOU CARE ABOUT SOMETHING, YOU HAVE TO PROTECT IT—IF YOU’RE LUCKY ENOUGH TO FIND A WAY OF LIFE YOU LOVE, YOU HAVE TO FIND THE COURAGE TO LIVE IT.
IF WE FIRST APPEAR IN THE PLEISTOCENE, I THINK THIS IS WHEN WE DISAPPEAR - I GUESS A MILLION YEARS OF MAN IS ENOUGH
I'll tell you what's wrong with dumb-shit patriotism--it's delusional! It signifies nothing but the American need to win
I won’t pretend that it wasn’t gratifying to hear this, but I would rather have heard it privately; it wasn’t something I wanted to share with Tom Atkins.
I really like the sex in your novels, Dorothy told him. I like how you do it. I like it better, Miriam said to him, giving her daughter an all-knowing look. I have the perspective to know what really...
I know three things. I know that my voice doesn’t change, and I know when I’m going to die. I wish I knew why my voice never changes, I wish I knew how I was going to die; but God has allowed me to kn...
I had acquired an undeniable mystique - if only to the Bancroft butt-room boys. Don't forget: Miss Frost was an woman, and that goes a long way with boys - even if the older woman has a penis!
I didn’t teach Ron Hansen or Stephen Wright or T. Coraghessan Boyle or Susan Taylor Chehak or Allan Gurganus or Gail Harper or Kent Haruf or Robert Chibka or Douglas Unger how to write, but I hope I m...
I am doomed to remember a boy with a wrecked voice. Not because of his voice, or because he was the smallest person I ever knew, or even because he was the instrument of my mother's death, but because...
How we love to love things for other people; how we love to have other people love things through our eyes.
Helen Holm había pasado toda su vida en tardes de tres horas sentada en las salas de lucha, desde Iowa hasta Steering, observando a muchachos de diversa complexión, sudorosos y entrelazados. Helen señ...
He was asleep—he was still dreaming—though his lips were moving. No one heard him; no one hears a writer who’s writing in his sleep.