“They looked at each other for a while their gazes steady, unblinking. It was the way people stare at each other not when they're in love but afterward, when they finally realize all the many horrible and beautiful things locked… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“I didn't normally talk this way: but sometimes you have to pretend to be an innocent child to learn something about the complicated world… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“Can a story be good only if it produces an effect? If the effect is a bad one, but intended, has the story done… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“They [my eyes] immediately started to tear up, tears being your eyes' way of forbidding you to look away,of forcing you to look at… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“I think, that love endures, but that it isn't everything, and it isn't ever what we want it to be...” — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“When he did that, I didn't hate him anymore, I really didn't, and maybe this is why people do so many hateful things to… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“They looked at each other for a while their gazes steady, unblinking. It was the way people stare at each other not when they're… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“When I was a boy, I would read those postcards and know exactly why my father was doing what he was doing: he was… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“When we say we know something in our bones, we mean we don't know yet how we know what we know. This is what… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“After a dream like that, you're grateful that it was just a dream, that no matter how bad your actual life, it couldn't be… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“I could hear the exasperation in her voice, so beautiful and familiar, but sad, too, like hearing church bells right before your funeral.” — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“I had what, I wanted, it was with me, in the room, including the room itself. Was it possible that we hear that voice… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image
“In truth I was very pleased with myself and with my story and all that had happened in it. Because you can't help being… — Brock Clarke Copy Share Image