“The past was irretrievable, the league of lonely men a fiction, the pursuit of the past a doomed attempt to run a… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“You never would get through to the end of being a father, no matter where you stored your mind or how many… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“this one-way rocket to Death in Adulthood" "Normal Time" in New California Writing” — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“He did not fear death exactly, but he had evaded it for so many years that it had come to seem formidable… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“The world is so big, so complicated, so replete with marvels and surprises that it takes years for most people to begin… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Horror grows impatient, rhetorically, with the Stoic fatalism of Ecclesiastes. That we are all going to die, that death mocks and cancels… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Knowing he had done wrong, prepared to make amends, settle his business. Determined to return to Brokeland, open the doors wide to… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“The other day as I was stepping out of Star Grocery on Claremont Avenue with some pork ribs under my arm, the… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Having lost his mother, father, brother, an grandfather, the friends and foes of his youth, his beloved teacher Bernard Kornblum, his city,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Entertainment is a sacred pursuit when done well. When done well, it raises the quality of human life. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Anyway, it's a pretty good story," I said. "You have to admit." "Yeah?" He crumpled up the Kleenex, having dispatched the solitary tear. "You… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
There were so many Pittsburgh poets in my hallway that if, at that instant, a meteorite had come smashing through my roof, there would… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Badass.'" My grandfather sampled the flavor of the word. It did not seem to revolt him, but it was nothing he needed ever to… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
See you in the funny papers," he said. Jaunty, he reminded himself; always jaunty. In my panache is their hope for salvation. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“I didn't want to be left alone with Timothy, not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid that somebody would… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“He had already seized this particular day once, but he was prepared, if need be, to go ahead and seize the motherfucker all over… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“We figure he must have let him out. The perpetrator, I mean. He's blind and we figure he just wandered off and maybe got… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Then I reminded myself that I was always willing to listen to arguments in favor of avoiding an unpleasant chore, and I shook my… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Love great first lines and paragraphs. From The Yiddish Policemen's Union: Nine months Landsman's been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Life blew in gusts from the hole in the side of the elephant with a rank smell and a comic flatulence.” — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Not only would I never want to belong to any club that would have me for a member--if elected I would wear street shoes… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
