“He had also been demonstrative and intelligent from the very beginning, his questions startlingly insightful. She would watch him absorb a new idea and wonder what effect it would have on him, because, with Edgar, EVERYTHING came out, eventually, somehow.… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“Just when normal life felt almost possible--when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (prismatic spray of light through an icicle;… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“He woke one morning tantalized by an idea: if he could catch the orchard trees motionless for one second -- for half of one second -- then none of it would have happened. The kitchen door would bang open and in his father would walk, red-faced and slapping his hands and exclaiming about some newly whelped pup. Childish, Edgar knew,… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“You put yourself in front of the thing and waited for whatever was going to happen and that was all. It scared you and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
When you're making something big, whether it's long-form fiction or a big piece of software, whatever that is, you're having a very intimate and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an insatiable hunger for more of it, though she hadn't understood why. Now she held inside her a cacophony of times and lately it drowned out the world. The apple tree was still nice to lie near.… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“In her life, she'd been nourished and sustained by certain things, him being one of them, Trudy another, and Edgar, the third and most… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“I think it's just as likely that someone could say that this place, right here, is heaven, hell and earth all at the same time. And we still wouldn't know what to do differently. Everyone just muddles through, trying not to make too many mistakes [...] Half the time we walk around in love with the idea of a thing… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“You swam in a river of chance and coincidence. You clung to the happiest accidents—the rest you let float by.” — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“Henry turned to give Edgar a look—a meaningful look—though Edgar couldn’t be sure exactly what its meaning was. It struck him again how there was something likable about the man’s defeatist sincerity. Henry Lamb saw the world as filled with road blocks and difficulties, or so it seemed. He conveyed, somehow, the impression that no bad news would surprise him,… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“He had also been demonstrative and intelligent from the very beginning, his questions startlingly insightful. She would watch him absorb a new idea and wonder what effect it would have on him, because, with Edgar, EVERYTHING came out, eventually, somehow. But the PROCESS – how he put together a story about the world’s workings – that was mysterious beyond all… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
I set writing aside when I went into theater, and then I set theater aside and subsequently had about a 25-year career in software… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“Edgar, do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone? There's no rule book… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
