I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
As long as she was falling in love with me, I might as well start making her promises I didn't intend to… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Writers, unlike most people, tell their best lies when they are alone. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“They were little more than boys, and yet while they differed in race, in temperament, and in their understanding of love, they… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Finally I reached into my pocket and flipped a quarter. Heads was Phlox, tails was Arthur. It came up heads. I called… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Love is like falconry," he said. "Don't you think that's true, Cleveland?" "Never say love is like anything." said Cleveland. "It isn't. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Sammy felt, that morning, with his ribs bruised and a wan flavor of chlorine at the back of his mouth, that he… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Maybe all wondrous books appear in our lives the way Milo’s tollbooth appears, an inexplicable gift, cast up by some curious chance… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“It was awful luck that my pot-hobbled spermatozoa had managed to rally themselves for one last mad fallopian adventure, and that five… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
I’m a man who falls in love so easily, and with such reckless lack of consideration for the consequences of my actions,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
There were so many Pittsburgh poets in my hallway that if, at that instant, a meteorite had come smashing through my roof,… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Although sex was something they both regarded as perilous, marriage had, by contrast, seemed safe– a safe house in a world of… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
... But he believed that every great love was in some measure a terrible mistake. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Although in the past I had seen a few exchanges of genuine affection between them, the Warshaw men were awkward and ill… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
The things I keep going back to, rereading, maybe they say more about me as a reader than about the books. Love… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
He had no idea of how long his life would one day seem to have gone on; how daily present the absence… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Do you think they were ever happy?" "Definitely," I said. "Definitely?" "For sure." "She went crazy. His business failed. They couldn't have… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Valetta," he said, thinking she still looked good, then abandoning his Spidey sense long enough to let her take him in her… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Entertainment is a sacred pursuit when done well. When done well, it raises the quality of human life. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Anyway, it's a pretty good story," I said. "You have to admit." "Yeah?" He crumpled up the Kleenex, having dispatched the solitary tear. "You… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
There were so many Pittsburgh poets in my hallway that if, at that instant, a meteorite had come smashing through my roof, there would… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Badass.'" My grandfather sampled the flavor of the word. It did not seem to revolt him, but it was nothing he needed ever to… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
See you in the funny papers," he said. Jaunty, he reminded himself; always jaunty. In my panache is their hope for salvation. — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“I didn't want to be left alone with Timothy, not because I was afraid of him but because I was afraid that somebody would… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“He had already seized this particular day once, but he was prepared, if need be, to go ahead and seize the motherfucker all over… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“We figure he must have let him out. The perpetrator, I mean. He's blind and we figure he just wandered off and maybe got… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Then I reminded myself that I was always willing to listen to arguments in favor of avoiding an unpleasant chore, and I shook my… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Love great first lines and paragraphs. From The Yiddish Policemen's Union: Nine months Landsman's been flopping at the Hotel Zamenhof without any of his… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
“Life blew in gusts from the hole in the side of the elephant with a rank smell and a comic flatulence.” — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
Not only would I never want to belong to any club that would have me for a member--if elected I would wear street shoes… — Michael Chabon Copy Share Image
