226 quotes found
Novelist · American · 1977
American novelist (born 1977)
“Why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.”
“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”
“I'm sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.”
“I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.”
“I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only per...”
“The mistakes I've made are dead to me. But I can't take back the things I never did.”
“She was like a drowning person, flailing, reaching for anything that might save her. Her life was an urgent, desperate struggle to justify her life.”
“It has shown me that everything is illuminated in the light of the past. It is always along the side of us...on the inside, looking out.”
“There's nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.”
“I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time......why didn't I learn to treat everything like it was the last time, my greatest regret is how much I believed in the future.”
“...people with nothing to declare carry the most.”
“So it had something to do with the sinner, and something with the judge, and the fear of not being forgiven, and the relief of being loved again.”
“If we were to one day encounter a form of life more powerful and intelligent than our own, and it regarded us as we regard fish, what would be our argument against being eaten?”
“Succotash my cocker spaniel, you fudging crevasse-hole dipshiitake!”
“Anyway.Im not allowed to watch TV, although I am allowed to rent documentaries that are approved for me, and I can read anything I want. My favorite book is A Brief History of Time, even though I h...”
“Grandfather informs me that is not possible.”
“I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.”
“What about a teakettle? What if the spout opened and closed when the steam came out, so it would become a mouth, and it could whistle pretty melodies, or do Shakespeare, or justcrack up with me? I ...”
“Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?”
“How many times, in those first weeks, did he enter the room and stand by the door, unable to speak? How many times did she ask, "Do you need anything?"And he would say, "No."And she would say "Are ...”