“I love you," he said, and though she knew it was true she kept her eyes closed and said, "Don't say that." She did not want to allow that love could be so fearful and meager and misshapen. He left,… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“Intuition enters the mind in a way Western science has yet to explain. Moses was a dowser, probably Jesus too. Though they did not… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“One way to say all this is, Our mother was an addict and she overdosed. Another way is, Our mother was suicidal and she… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“They'd drink like men, like their fathers and uncles, like George fucking Washington...” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“His cigarettes helped mark the passage of time, especially on days that seemed all sun and sky...The dependable dwindling of his cigarette supply reassured… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“Everything I can say about what it means to lose, what it means to do without, the inadequate weight of the past, you already… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“I love you," he said, and though she knew it was true she kept her eyes closed and said, "Don't say that." She did… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
Sometimes love is a wound that opens and closes, opens and closes, all our lives. — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
What is so incredible and essential about an authentic cultural scene is it rejects a value system based on consumption and productivity and instead… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“The sooner that Layla understands that we are nothing but the sum of that which we endure, the better.” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“You don't love people," he said. "You love what they do to you.” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“I beg your pardon, dune sea, but I am just here to get my girls. If you would kindly. This is not my first… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
Like all our memories, we like to take it out once in a while and lay it flat on the kitchen table, the way… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“The mind is a mine. So often we revisit its winding, unsound caverns when we ought to stay out.” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“P.S. On second thought, perhaps sometimes these things are best left by the side of the road, as it were. Sometimes a person wants… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
