No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“What if I can't turn my head? I can look in any direction by turning my wheelchair, and I choose to look… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Salt is added to dried rose petals with the perfume and spices, when we store them away in covered jars, the summers… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“We have been cut off, the past has been ended and the family has broken up and the present is adrift in… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“What interests me in all these papers is not Susan Burling Ward, the novelist and illustrator, and not Oliver Ward the engineer,… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Before I can say I am , I was. Heraclitus and I, prophets of flux, know that the flux is composed of… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I would like to hear your life as you heard it, coming at you, instead of hearing it as I do, a… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“I have to blame myself for not finding any way of reaching him, but I can't feel that either Ruth or I had anything… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“within yourself, you became a grave for her as you were a grave for Chet, and you carried your dead unquietly within you. —” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
By his very profession, a serious fiction writer is a vendor of the sensuous particulars of life, a perceiver and handler of things. His… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“The creative writer is compulsively concrete . . . . His fictional house should be haunted by ideas, not inhabited by them; they should… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
You married me...but you didn't marry what you could make out of me. — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
I gave my heart to the mountains the minute I stood beside this river with its spray in my face and watched it thunder… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“Poetry ought to be a by-product of living, and you can't have a by-product unless you've got a product first .” — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
![“We have been cut off, the past has been ended and the family has broken up and the present is adrift in its wheelchair. ... That is no gap between the generations, that is a gulf. The elements have changed, there are whole new orders of magnitude and kind. [...] My grandparents had to live their…” quote by Wallace Stegner](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/845/wallace-stegner-1352_breakage_we-have-been-cut-off-the-past-has-been-e_1335439.jpg)
