But we didn't, not in the moonlight, or by the phosphorescent lanterns of lightning bugs in your back yard, not beneath the constellations we couldn't see, let alone decipher, or in the dark glow that replaced the real darkness of… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share
Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
Héctor Tobar's accomplished first novel affords a perspective that is overdue and urgently needed in North American literature- -an insider's vision of L.A. as… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“Rather than feeling that every moment you’ve got to exert this enormous control, you can take the attitude that your job as a writer… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
In 'Labor Day Hurricane, 1935,' Douglas Trevor vividly recreates a historical event. While that is the only story in A THIN TEAR IN THE… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“Perhaps it's something other than insomnia, to lie listening to children yelling as if they've re-created light; to try to dream, but succeed only in remembering; to toss and sweat in a dirty paste of sheets, while the drone of a ball game is gradually replaced by the buzz of a fly -- a fly buzzing like the empty frequencies… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share
Loaded with note cards for research papers that I was hopelessly behind on, I'd enter the Public Library only to end up wandering around… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, in a tight game with runners on, digging in at short, ready to break with the ball, a peace I'd never felt before… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
But we didn't, not in the moonlight, or by the phosphorescent lanterns of lightning bugs in your back yard, not beneath the constellations we couldn't see, let alone decipher, or in the dark glow that replaced the real darkness of night, a darkness already stolen from us, not with the skyline rising behind us while a city gradually decayed, not… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share
“I had this sudden awareness,' she continues, 'of how the moments of our lives go out of existence before we're conscious of having lived them. It's only a relatively few moments that we get to keep and carry with us for the rest of our lives. Those moments are our lives. Or maybe it's more like those moments are the… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share
“In summer, waiting for night, we’d pose against the afterglow on corners, watching traffic cruise through the neighborhood. Sometimes, a car would go by… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
“What art does is give us the refinement, all the shades of meaning, of emoting, that we don’t have language for. What fascinates me… — Stuart Dybek Copy Share Image
