Dreaming was easier than screaming, and screaming was easier than worrying, and worrying was easier than crying, which was what she knew she would be reduced to if she didn’t keep a hard eye on herself.
Who was it who said that every virtue contains its corresponding vice? C.S. Lewis? Virginia Woolf? You forget. But it has always worried you that wha… - Kevin Brockmeier
Who was it who said that every virtue contains its corresponding vice? C.S. Lewis? Virginia Woolf? You forget. But it has always worried you that wha…
- Kevin Brockmeier
I might not remember how the sky looked on any given day. I do remember, though, what it was like to be a boy beneath a sky. - Kevin Brockmeier
I might not remember how the sky looked on any given day. I do remember, though, what it was like to be a boy beneath a sky.
You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an extremely complicated machine… - Kevin Brockmeier
You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an extremely complicated machine…
Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have … - Kevin Brockmeier
Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have …
I suppose that when you're growing up, you're bound to reach an age when you feel buffeted by all the changes in your life, when either your mind beg… - Kevin Brockmeier
I suppose that when you're growing up, you're bound to reach an age when you feel buffeted by all the changes in your life, when either your mind beg…
Sometimes you imagine that everything could have been different for you, that if only you had gone right one day when you chose to go left, you would… - Kevin Brockmeier
Sometimes you imagine that everything could have been different for you, that if only you had gone right one day when you chose to go left, you would…
The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us. - Kevin Brockmeier
The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us.
Worry is a mean-faced dwarf who beats on your heart like a kettledrum. - Kevin Brockmeier
Worry is a mean-faced dwarf who beats on your heart like a kettledrum.
I write out of gratitude for all the books I have loved over the years. - Kevin Brockmeier
I write out of gratitude for all the books I have loved over the years.
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