Sometimes I'd see my father, walking past my building on his way to another nowhere. I could have given him a key, offered a piece of my floor. A futon. A bed. But I never did. If I let him… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
Alcohol is the river we sit on the banks of, contemplating. Sometimes we watch ourselves float past, sometimes we watch ourselves sink. — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
There are many ways to drown, only the most obvious wave their arms as they're going under. — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
We got him to talk to a psych doctor once, the doctor asked if he heard things other people don't. Sure, Paul answered, I… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
“When I was really drunk, I started that stupid business with the bullet in my guts again. I was the only guy at the… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
Memoir is actually the most egoless genre, even though it might seem ostensibly so much ego-driven. In order for it to succeed, you have… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
“He claims not to be drinking, but I don’t think he knows what this means.” — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
By the time I make my way to the border of Mauritania, to the edge of the Sahara, I see no end to being… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
“(2002) In Rome, month upon month, I struggled with how to structure the book about my father (He already had the water, he just… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
In life you get one take, and it's perfect. It's strange, afterwards you might think I shouldn't have reacted that way, but that's the… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
For years before I became a father, I would try to spend as much time as I could with my friends who were parents… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
“The boat has become supreme isolation, chosen isolation, holding myself apart from the world, which I only dimly understand anyway. I can sit on… — Nick Flynn Copy Share Image
