It is through each other that we can see.

“... people hasten to get their train, and Lar's humming of course at the premise that beyond this gone-to-pieces capability they will put themselves…

— Joseph McElroy

“I sat reading from first thing in the morning till the middle of the afternoon. I used to get a phone call twice a…

— Joseph McElroy

“Do you ever feel,' she wonders, 'that we fit into a large life that doesn't know us but--hold us? And that this is better…

— Joseph McElroy

“I am alone, I am alone, but not lonely, not lonely for people, it seems.”

— Joseph McElroy

“Special reincarnation? he said. She sighed. Why did people want to complicate things by coming back twenty years later for a second, third chance?”

— Joseph McElroy

“And what is your story? someone interrupts. What did you do to end up in this endless community of minds?”

— Joseph McElroy

“And I got to stop thinking there's what was and what will be, and start thinking there's a story in between.”

— Joseph McElroy

“Silence is the real crime against humanity.”

— Joseph McElroy

“And isn't this hard when we ourselves are always at the beginning of ourselves?”

— Joseph McElroy

“... or a Buenos Aires cab's exhaust pipe? An exhaust pipe which James Mayn was once invited to screw, having asked a man on…

— Joseph McElroy

“Isn't history breaking so fast that you have to anticipate it?”

— Joseph McElroy

“Memory kept things from being over.”

— Joseph McElroy

“I see you moving and me here. Ever-moving. But sometimes moving in one place without ever leaving, yet knowing you could leave.”

— Joseph McElroy

“You find yourself in other people.”

— Joseph McElroy

“Above his olive-skinned neck a Low Dark Fade they call it at the barber's school where I go for a $4.99 haircut and an experience.”

— Joseph McElroy