Sometimes she goes out to work as a practical nurse, and comes home and sits by the kitchen table soaking her feet in a pan of hot water and Epsom salts. When she gets into bed and the springs creak under her weight, she groans with the pleasure of lying stretched out on an object that understands her so well.
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).
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…
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
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