my belief in the sacrament of the Eucharist is simple: without touch, God is a monologue, an idea, a philosophy; he must touch and be touched, the tongue on flesh, and that touch is the result of the monologues, the… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
I have always known that writing fiction had little effect on the world; that if it did, young men would not have gone to… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
I really think that if there's any one enemy to human creativity, especially creative writing, it's self-consciousness. — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
After the dead are buried, after the physical pain of grief has become a permanent wound in the soul, then comes the transcendent and… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
“There’s something about taking the cart back instead of leaving it in the parking lot…It’s significant…Because somebody has to take them in…And if you… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
“It is not hard to live through a day, if you can live through a moment.” — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
What's so exciting and terrifying about the writing process is that it really is an act of exploration and discovery. With all of us,… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
Don't outline your stories. A lot of fiction workshops say you should. I say the opposite. I quote Grace Paley: "We write what we… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
I think the writer's job is to paint the gray because no life is clearly defined. — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
I know I learn a lot from the students in my class and I'm not just saying that to sound like some generous teacher. — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
Proportion is all; and, in sports at school, I lost it by surrendering to the awful significance of my self-consciousness. Shyness has a strange… — Andre Dubus Copy Share Image
“When Jennifer was here in the summer, they were at the house most days. I would say generally that as they got older they became quieter, and though I enjoyed both, I sometimes missed the giggles and shouts. The quiet voices, just low enough for me not to hear from wherever I was, rising and failing in proportion to my… — Andre Dubus Copy Share
