About twenty pages into Luke B. Goebel's Fourteen Stories, None of Them Are Yours, I realized I was reading with one hand holding my forehead and one balled at my waist, kind of clenched, and gazing down into the paper… — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
I write all day every day, so when I feel unproductive, it magnifies everything else. — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
Reality is overrated to me. Everyone spends enough time on the computer, eating, going out to bars. Why do I need to read a… — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
“There were seven men, but just one language. They also moved as one and ate one meal a day and slept in the same… — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
What if life after death is all based within memory: you die, and you don't ascend on a bed of clouds to Jesus, but… — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
So many doors forever. There were never enough. Each door had several locks. One lock was combination. Another required keys. Another was a simple… — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
I'm not an escapist, but the value of language is that it can create places that did not exist before. And so language for… — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
“I thought of my father, alone and elsewhere, his head cradled in his hands. I thought of the day he'd punched a hole straight… — Blake Butler Copy Share Image
