That was in Crescent City, California, up near the Oregon border. I left soon after. But today I was thinking of that place, of Crescent City, and of how I was trying out a new life there with my wife,… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling asleep. Fear of the past rising up. Fear of the present taking flight. Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. Fear of electrical storms. Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek!… — Raymond Carver Copy Share
My heart is broken,” she goes. “It’s turned to a piece of stone. I’m no good. That’s what’s as bad as anything, that I’m… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“You sound like a nice man,” the woman said. “Do I? Well, that’s nice of you to say.” He knew he should hang up… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
The places where water comes together with other water. Those places stand out in my mind like holy places. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
A man can go along obeying all the rules and then it don't matter a damn anymore. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“You see, this happened a few months ago, but it's still going on right now, and it ought to make us feel ashamed when… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
I've crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I've come to a place I never thought I'd have to come to.… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
Art doesn't have to do anything. It just has to be there for the fierce pleasure we take in doing it. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
“But here is the thing. When he gets on me, I suddenly feel I am fat. I feel am terrifically fat, so fat that… — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
There are significant moments in everyone's day that can make literature. That's what you ought to write about. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
The fiction Im most interested in has lines of reference to the real world. — Raymond Carver Copy Share Image
