“He referred to the human brain as a clown car parked between our ears. Open the doors and the clowns pile out.” — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share Image
In general, librarians enjoyed special requests. A reference librarian is someone who likes the chase. When librarians read for pleasure, they often pick a… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
The sunset you see is always better than the one you don’t. More stars are always better than less. — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“Je zou maar slecht over hem gaan denken en dat wil ik niet, want dat is mijn taak” — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
I'm unclear on the definition of person the courts have been using. Something that sieves out dolphins but lets corporations slide on through. — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“The secret to a good life,” he told me once, “is to bring your A game to everything you do. Even if all you’re… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“So many problems, however infinitely varied they first appear, turn out to be matters of money. I can't tell you how much this offends… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“The world runs,” Lowell said, “on the fuel of this endless, fathomless misery. People know it, but they don’t mind what they don’t see.… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“I didn't want a world in which I had to choose between blind human babies and tortured monkey ones. To be frank, that's the… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“They never reminisced about the time they had to drive halfway back to Indianapolis because I’d left Dexter Poindexter, my terry-cloth penguin (threadbare, ravaged… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“Here is my objection to submarines and space travel: not enough windows. What difference does it make if you're in outer space or underwater,… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
. . . strange and fantastic things really happen. During a rainstorm in Australia, fish fall from the sky; several Southern states consider legislation… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
Every mother can easily imagine losing a child. Motherhood is always half loss anyway. The three-year-old is lost at five, the five-year-old at nine.… — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“...the world runs on the fuel of an endless, fathomless animal misery.” — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
“He envied the bark, which had been, in the course of one lifetime, both forest and fire. One endured; one destroyed.” — Karen Joy Fowler Copy Share
