“I stumbled from the dark woods of my own, and my family's, and my country's past, holding in my hands these truths:… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own,… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
Love grows from the rich foam of forgiveness, mongrels make good dogs, and the evidence of God exists in the roundness of… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“I am not a smart man, particularly, but one day, at long last, I stumbled from the dark woods of my own,… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we want something to be true so badly that we convince ourselves that it is true.” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
I like to write first-person because I like to become the character I'm writing. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family now, but… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“why would white dudes want to change things when they held all the cards?” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“And in taking on the subject of themselves-making themselves vulnerable to the unseen reader-they have exchanged powerlessness for for the power that comes with… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“People had always amazed him, he began. But they amazed him more since the sickness. For as long as the two of them had… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“So I got my stuff and the girl at the register puts these other things in my bag, too. Little free samples: gum and… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
What if I don’t like adventure? Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That’s how you grow. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“Guess what?' I said. 'I have a psychic.' His head tilted questioningly, birdlike. A sidekick?” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“What I remembered about those seesaw rides was the way Thomas would get mad at me, midride, and evacuate. Send me crashing back down… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“I didn't respond to him. Couldn't speak at all. Couldn't look at his self-mutilation--not even the clean, bandaged version of it. Instead, I looked… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
I write to find out what the story means to me, that is what I try to do especially with the first draft. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“As anxious and limited as that love might have been, it had been love nonetheless.” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
