My wife's dying upstairs and I can't do anything about it. I look in her face and I see the memories there. I see how I hurt her and how I said the wrong things and how I got angry… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
There's a Welsh poet, R.S. Thomas. He was a very crotchety, strange man, but his poems are wonderful. He was nominated for the Nobel in the 1990s but never won. — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“Isn't that why you want to shoot yourself? To make a protest against change?” — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“If he could not find beauty, nothing else would be worth finding.” — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
He thinks of that ocean house and wishes he were back in his former life or that one could take one moment and remain… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
My wife's dying upstairs and I can't do anything about it. I look in her face and I see the memories there. I see… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
Each thing I do, I rush through so I can do something else. In such a way do the days pass---a blend of stock… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“A work of art gives testimony to what it is to be a human being. It bears witness, it extracts meaning. A work of… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“It was not that she felt any allegiance to the truth. God knows she had cheated on too many men for the truth to… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
I'm reading "The Sunset of a Splendid Century" by W.H. Lewis. He was C.S. Lewis's brother. He wrote two books about the French court… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
“Each thing I do I rush through so I can do something else.. in such a way do the days pass.. I see all… — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
It was as if pain were a room he had entered and the door had been locked behind him. — Stephen Dobyns Copy Share Image
