“But love doesn't always generate hope. Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much love or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have love measured out in the… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have love measured out in the wrong proportions. It's like your sunlight and… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share Image
“If I could, I would work my way backward, paring away the years. I would reel my life arouond the wheel of this longing… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
“The incident made her remember the story she had heard about the girl who was raised in a room with no horizontal lines. She… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
“Sometimes I remember the way I used to be," she said as we sat across the table from each other, "and I'm surprised nobody… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
What I wanted was to write a memoir that was immersive rather than reflective, to resurrect a long-gone version of my own consciousness. I… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
It's like you're born with all these blessings, only you don't realize they're blessings until you lose them. And if you're thick-headed enough, like… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
“The street lamps and illuminated signs were all extinguished, and on impulse everybody looked into the sky. The frogs and crickets fell quiet to… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
Who was it who said that every virtue contains its corresponding vice? C.S. Lewis? Virginia Woolf? You forget. But it has always worried you… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us. — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
“My son was something of a disciple of flying things. On his bedroom wall were posters of fighter planes and wild birds. A model… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
“The game had to be played the same way every day or the pieces would fall to the floor, the board would collapse, and… — Kevin Brockmeier Copy Share
