The way an old dog finds his way back over miles and miles to his home when somebody trues to shove him off on a farm someplace, that is how I find my way back to the library. It's my… — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
“We have a piano in this house that exists solely for the purpose of supporting her photograph.” — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
“They have this majestic, glorious agony that they reawaken every day just by awakening.” — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
“Don’t fuck yourself waiting for fair. Understand? Listening? You will fuck yourself waiting for fair.” — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
“That's the beauty of the text, I find. You can key in things you would never say, and it hardly hurts a bit.” — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
“The right word at the right time helps you make sense of the world. It helps, but sometimes not a lot.” — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
Your family should be there. Your family should always be there. What does it say about you if they aren't? — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
“This is the saddest place on Earth," I say. "Take it from a rat, kid--there are lots of saddest places on Earth.” — Chris Lynch Copy Share Image
