“There is a feeling of disbelief that comes over you, that takes over, and you kind of go through the motions. You do what you're supposed to do, but in fact you're not there at all.” — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
Glimpses is dead-on about the high and tight nineties even as it reaches out for the sweet hereafter of the sixties. It longs for… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
Meg Pokrass writes like a brain looking for a body. Wonderful, dark, unforgiving. — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“There is a feeling of disbelief that comes over you, that takes over, and you kind of go through the motions. You do what… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
A computer is a wonderful and friendly machine, because it's always just a little better than you are. You're always a little bit behind,… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“I remember loving pencils. I was fond of paper. I loved the small of textbooks. I loved the way the light from a desk… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“Like most marriages, ours eventually wore down all the cartilage. We were a hip needing replacement. Bone on bone, grinding, day in and day… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“Edward Lasco was on the screened porch of his rented house in a comfortable but not elegant older section of the town where he'd… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“But if someone had slowed him down, just slightly interrupted his course, maybe he could have gotten through that one nightmarish moment; maybe he… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“She said things and I nodded. I didn't pay attention. She didn't pay attention to me. We floated through our days in that way.” — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
“I lay on the bed and shut my eyes, thinking that nobody really likes marriage, that it's a flawed arrangement, that people get enthusiastic… — Frederick Barthelme Copy Share Image
