That mirror, that's one I hate to let go, he said. That was my daughter's the whole time she was growing up. It probably seen her more than me--everything from a baby up to twenty years old. Sometimes I wonder… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“Just when normal life felt almost possible--when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (prismatic spray of light through an icicle;… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“He woke one morning tantalized by an idea: if he could catch the orchard trees motionless for one second -- for half of one… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“You put yourself in front of the thing and waited for whatever was going to happen and that was all. It scared you and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
When you're making something big, whether it's long-form fiction or a big piece of software, whatever that is, you're having a very intimate and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“In her life, she'd been nourished and sustained by certain things, him being one of them, Trudy another, and Edgar, the third and most… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“I think it's just as likely that someone could say that this place, right here, is heaven, hell and earth all at the same… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“You swam in a river of chance and coincidence. You clung to the happiest accidents—the rest you let float by.” — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“Henry turned to give Edgar a look—a meaningful look—though Edgar couldn’t be sure exactly what its meaning was. It struck him again how there… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“He had also been demonstrative and intelligent from the very beginning, his questions startlingly insightful. She would watch him absorb a new idea and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
I set writing aside when I went into theater, and then I set theater aside and subsequently had about a 25-year career in software… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“Edgar, do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone? There's no rule book… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
When she walked through the woods (infrequently now) she picked her way along the path, making way for the boy inside to run along… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
No one can say if you are that person who, given good paint, good brushes, and a fine canvas, can produce something better than… — David Wroblewski Copy Share
“It was one thing to live in a world where death stood a distant figure, quite another to hold it in your hands.” — David Wroblewski Copy Share
