“He was so entranced, he was so charmed, so captivated-rolled out flat, dreamed into, shone upon-that when she said his name, English… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
We’d torn open our chests and shown our cowardly hearts, and you can never stay friends after something like that — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“Supposedly she’d died, but here she was again–somewhat changed, but you couldn’t kill her. Not when the truest part of her hadn’t… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
There was a part of her she hadn’t yet allowed to be born because it was too beautiful for this place — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
With each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
She had nothing in this world but her two hands and her crazy love for Jesus, who seemed, for his part, never… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
Before this moment I'd lived as a mind. Body, heart, soul, intellect, so we care ourselves into parts. But the whole of… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“Gladys had seen all of this, and she made it his to know. She'd lost her future to death, and lost her… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“She was resting at a table between numbers in the Greek nightclub where she was dancing. A little of the stage light… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
When we were arguing on my twenty-fourth birthday, she left the kitchen, came back with a pistol, and fired it at me… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“The scene before her flattened, lost one of its dimensions, and the noise dribbled irrelevantly down its face. Something was coming. This… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
She wanted to eat my heart and be lost in the desert with what she'd done, she wanted to fall on her… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
Will you believe me when I tell you there was kindness in his heart? His left hand didn't know what his right… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
And with each step my heart broke for the person I would never find, the person who'd love me. And then I… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“This moment, this very experience of it, seemed only the thinnest gauze. She sat in the audience thinking - someone here has… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“You’ve never felt good. Your suffering protects you. Pain is the ransom you have gladly paid not to be free.” — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“He had laid his head back until his scalp had contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“Everything is arranged," John Robertson told me. Thank God." I forgot to mention that we appear to have one small problem," he said. Okay..."… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
Before this moment I'd lived as a mind. Body, heart, soul, intellect, so we care ourselves into parts. But the whole of us, what… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
He got right down in the dark between heartbeats, and rested there. And then he saw that another one wasn't going to come. That's… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
I’d been staying at the Holiday Inn with my girlfriend, honestly the most beautiful woman I’d even known, for three days under a phony… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“All of this while I left lifted by a strange new medium, a strange element--I now tell you that I was newly buoyant in… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“He didn’t know what country he was in, but he was at home in the universe.” — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“There's a dizzying thrill in a philosophy that can only be tested by suicide.” — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
I really enjoy writing novels. It's like the ocean. You can just build a boat and take off. — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“Who said it? – probably Confucius – “I can’t beat a sculpture from a stone with a sledgehammer; I can’t free the soul of… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
“A bus came. I climbed aboard and sat on the plastic seat while the things of our city turned in the windows like the… — Denis Johnson Copy Share Image
