“But I would like to hear your life as you heard it, coming at you, instead of hearing it as I do,… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The truest vision of life I know is that bird in the Venerable Bede that flutters from the dark into a lighted… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“It is not an unusual life curve for Westerners - to live i n and be shaped by the bigness, sparseness, space… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I was shaped by the west and have lived most of my life in it, and nothing would gratify me more than… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“She has had no role in my life except to keep me sane, fed, housed, amused, and protected from unwanted telephone calls,… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“How do you make a book that anyone will read out of lives as quiet as these? Where are the things that… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“There was somewhere, if you knew where to find it, some place where money could be made like drawing water from a… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I wouldn't live in a colony like that, myself, for a thousand dollars an hour. I wouldn't want it next door. I'm… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I would like to hear your life as you heard it, coming at you, instead of hearing it as I do, a… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I have to blame myself for not finding any way of reaching him, but I can't feel that either Ruth or I had anything… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“within yourself, you became a grave for her as you were a grave for Chet, and you carried your dead unquietly within you. —” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The creative writer is compulsively concrete . . . . His fictional house should be haunted by ideas, not inhabited by them; they should… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Poetry ought to be a by-product of living, and you can't have a by-product unless you've got a product first .” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
