Satin and lace and brown velvet and the faint odor of violets. That was all which was left to him of his love.
Your reader is at least as bright as you are - William Maxwell
Your reader is at least as bright as you are
- William Maxwell
Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door). - William Maxwell
Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).
My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and … - William Maxwell
My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and …
The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice. - William Maxwell
The reason life is so strange is that so often people have no choice.
What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory--meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby r… - William Maxwell
What we, or at any rate what I, refer to confidently as memory--meaning a moment, a scene, a fact that has been subjected to a fixative and thereby r…
If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth. - William Maxwell
If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.
Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera. - William Maxwell
Love, even of the most ardent and soul-destroying kind, is never caught by the lens of the camera.
Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep. - William Maxwell
Happiness is the light on the water. The water is cold and dark and deep.
The view after seventy is breathtaking. What is lacking is someone, anyone, of the older generation to whom you can turn when you want to satisfy you… - William Maxwell
The view after seventy is breathtaking. What is lacking is someone, anyone, of the older generation to whom you can turn when you want to satisfy you…
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