I think it’s just as likely that someone could say that this place, right here, is heaven, hell and earth all at the same time. And we still wouldn’t know what to do differently. Everyone just muddles through, trying not to make too many mistakes.
In that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light. - David Wroblewski
In that dilated moment after sunset when the sky holds all the light.
- David Wroblewski
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for m… - David Wroblewski
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for m…
That mirror, that's one I hate to let go, he said. That was my daughter's the whole time she was growing up. It probably seen her more than me--every… - David Wroblewski
That mirror, that's one I hate to let go, he said. That was my daughter's the whole time she was growing up. It probably seen her more than me--every…
Nothing is going to happen to me, or you, for that matter. Anything can happen, though. Anything can happen. But most always, just normal things happ… - David Wroblewski
Nothing is going to happen to me, or you, for that matter. Anything can happen, though. Anything can happen. But most always, just normal things happ…
When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It cou… - David Wroblewski
When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along before her. It cou…
No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than the factory man. That… - David Wroblewski
No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than the factory man. That…
Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through a… - David Wroblewski
Just when normal life felt almost possible - when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (the prismatic spray of light through a…
It is as true for the writer as for the reader that any novel worth its ink should be an experience first and foremost—not an essay, not a statement,… - David Wroblewski
It is as true for the writer as for the reader that any novel worth its ink should be an experience first and foremost—not an essay, not a statement,…
Life was a swarm of accidents waiting in the treetops, descending upon any living thing that passed, ready to eat them alive. You swam in a river of … - David Wroblewski
Life was a swarm of accidents waiting in the treetops, descending upon any living thing that passed, ready to eat them alive. You swam in a river of …
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