It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“I'm a heart surgeon, sure, but I'm just a mechanic. I go in and I fuck around and I fix things. Shit.” — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“It's funny how we can be in love with someone one day, and the next we can easily fall in love with… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“ Late Fragment And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want?… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“That's right,' Mel said. 'Some vassal would come along and spear the bastard in the name of love. Or whatever the fuck… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“You see, this happened a few months ago, but it's still going on right now, and it ought to make us feel… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“Well, the husband was very depressed for the longest while. Even after he found out that his wife was going to pull… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Write about what you know, and what do you know better than your own secrets? — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Remember Haydn's 104 symphonies. Not all of them were great. But there were 104 of them. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts.… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Mel thought real love was nothing less than spiritual love. He'd said he'd spent five years in a seminary before quitting to… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory. Am I… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling asleep. Fear of the… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“You sound like a nice man,” the woman said. “Do I? Well, that’s nice of you to say.” He knew he should hang up… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“You see, this happened a few months ago, but it's still going on right now, and it ought to make us feel ashamed when… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to.… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Art doesn't have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“But here is the thing. When he gets on me, I suddenly feel I am fat. I feel am terrifically fat, so fat that… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
There are significant moments in everyone's day that can make literature. That's what you ought to write about. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
The fiction Im most interested in has lines of reference to the real world. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
