My heart was simultaneously broken and filled with lust, I was exhausted, and I loved every minute of it. It was strange… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
They lay there for a few seconds, in the dark, in the future, listening to the fabulous clockwork of their hearts and… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
But the first lie in the series is the one you make with the greatest trepidation and the heaviest heart. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“She had long since lost the sense of her dresses and skirts and blouses; they were rote phrases of rayon and cotton… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
It was nice standing out in the darkness, in the damp grass, with spring coming on and a feeling in my heart… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
The truth of some promises is not as important as whether or not you can believe in them, with all your heart. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
We have the idea that our hearts, once broken, scar over with an indestructible tissue that prevents their ever breaking again in… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“But lately she had been starting to experience strong, inarticulate feelings of longing, of a desire to be with Joe all the… — michael chabon Copy Share Image
“Her correspondence had been like the pumping of a heart into a severed artery, wild and incessant at first, then slowing down… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Misogyny comes naturally to a young man in his late teens; it is a function of the powerful homosocial impulses that flower… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“It was rare but not unheard of for an analysand tossed by tides of transference and desublimation to seek the safety of… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
That's a big trunk," James said, as we jammed in the leathery old case that looked so much like the black heart… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Nothing that had ever happened to him, not the shooting of Oyster, or the piteous muttering expiration of John Wesley Shannenhouse, or… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
It was the kind of promise a father makes easily and sincerely, knowing at the same time that it will be impossible… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“But like all beautiful faces Emily's made you believe that its possessor was a better person than she was. It allowed her… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
One knew, of course, that it was not the red cape any more than it was the boots, the tights, the trunks,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Entertainment is a sacred pursuit when done well. When done well, it raises the quality of human life. — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“Anyway, it's a pretty good story," I said. "You have to admit." "Yeah?" He crumpled up the Kleenex, having dispatched the solitary tear. "You… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
There were so many Pittsburgh poets in my hallway that if, at that instant, a meteorite had come smashing through my roof, there would… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“Badass.'" My grandfather sampled the flavor of the word. It did not seem to revolt him, but it was nothing he needed ever to… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
See you in the funny papers," he said. Jaunty, he reminded himself; always jaunty. In my panache is their hope for salvation. — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“I didn't want to be left alone with Timothy, not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid that somebody would… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“He had already seized this particular day once, but he was prepared, if need be, to go ahead and seize the motherfucker all over… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“We figure he must have let him out. The perpetrator, I mean. He's blind and we figure he just wandered off and maybe got… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“Then I reminded myself that I was always willing to listen to arguments in favor of avoiding an unpleasant chore, and I shook my… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“Love great first lines and paragraphs. From The Yiddish Policemen's Union: Nine months Landsman's been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“Life blew in gusts from the hole in the side of the elephant with a rank smell and a comic flatulence.” — Michael Chabon Copy Share
Not only would I never want to belong to any club that would have me for a member--if elected I would wear street shoes… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
That's the best thing about writing, when you're in that zone, you're porous, ready to absorb the solution. — Michael Chabon Copy Share
Most science fiction seemed to be written for people who already liked science fiction; I wanted to write stories for anyone, anywhere, living at… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
“For as long as I could remember, I'd been making vague and confident assurances that any day I would finish the thing [my book].… — Michael Chabon Copy Share
