“If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires,… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
“If you were alone when you were born, alone when you were dying, really absolutely alone when you were dead, why "learn… — Lorrie Moore Copy Share Image
