It reminded me of talking, how what is said is never quite what was thought, and what is heard is never quite what was said. It wasn’t much in the way of comfort, but everything has a little failure in… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
There is a sharp distinction between what is remembered, what is told and what is true. — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
I guess I find the boundaries between poetry and prose to be somewhat permeable. — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
“I didn't want to be responsible for him. I had enough to worry about. I was disintegrating, too. How was I supposed to keep… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
I had the feeling that if I encountered anyone they would intuit my disgrace and would judge me instantly. Nothing is more isolating than… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
“Through those drooping branches the city sprawled out haphazardly like a drunk on a sidewalk, fallen where he may.” — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
“I've come to accept that parts of life are constant, that just because something happens on two different days doesn't make it a goddamn… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
I think a lot of the guys I know and a lot of people I've talked to, what they want is very often what… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
The war tried to kill us in the spring. As grass greened the plains of Nineveh and the weather warmed, we patrolled the low-slung… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
“People are going to die," he said flatly. "It's statistics." Then he got up and left the room.” — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
“It's lovely to think that snow can be special. we're always told it is. Of all those million million flakes that fall, no two… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
The details of the world in which we live are always secondary to the fact that we must live in them. — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
It reminded me of talking, how what is said is never quite what was thought, and what is heard is never quite what was… — Kevin Powers Copy Share Image
