It's something that I feel I know about, relationships between men and women. I like to write from the woman's point of view now and again, to get inside her head, to feel what she's feeling. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling asleep. Fear of the… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“You sound like a nice man,” the woman said. “Do I? Well, that’s nice of you to say.” He knew he should hang up… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“You see, this happened a few months ago, but it's still going on right now, and it ought to make us feel ashamed when… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to.… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Art doesn't have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“But here is the thing. When he gets on me, I suddenly feel I am fat. I feel am terrifically fat, so fat that… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
There are significant moments in everyone's day that can make literature. That's what you ought to write about. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
The fiction Im most interested in has lines of reference to the real world. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
It's strange. You never start out life with the intention of becoming a bankrupt or an alcoholic or a cheat and a thief. Or… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
