“His eyes looked directly at her, and she felt something jump inside. The eyes, the voice, the face, the silver hair, the easy way he moved his body, old ways, disturbing ways, ways that draw you in. Ways that whisper… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“Such physical matters were nice, yet to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by the subtleties… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
Sometime I'm going to do an essay called 'The Virtues of Amateurism' for all of those people who wish they earned their living in… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“Talisman, Talisman, show me your secrets, Helmsman, Helmsman, turn me for home.” — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“Something I've never been able to adapt to, to understand is how they can lavish such love and care on the animals and then… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
It's clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“His eyes looked directly at her, and she felt something jump inside. The eyes, the voice, the face, the silver hair, the easy way… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“Francesca was feeling good feelings, old feelings, poetry and music feelings.” — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
