“There is in this valley a beating heart. It is always and ever there. And when I am gone, it will beat… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“The thing is, all memory is fiction. You have to remember that. Of course, there are things that actually, certifiably happened, things… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“She had no one in the world. Her whole world, what was left of it, was here, and there was no way to get… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it. — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“Be not dishearten’d—Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love each other shall become invincible. —WALT WHITMAN, “Over the Carnage Rose… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“She was just a simple, honest woman standing in the ruin of a late winter garden, waiting for the spring. “Catherine.” — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“Standing in the center of the crowd, his solitude was enormous. He felt that in all the vast and frozen space in which he… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“You wreck your own life and then, very gently, you wreck the lives of those around you.” — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“She was the beautiful, lethal,insinuating spider he had waited for all his life. She was the final knife in his heart. He opened his… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“I tell these stories because I have lied about my life to people who have been kind to me and I am tired of… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“But there was no use. There was no point. It was just a story. It was just a story of people, of Ralph and… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“I loved kissing them on the mouth, the taste of their tongues. I think kissing is what separated us from the animals and makes… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
