“Bottom half of the seventh, Brock's boy had made it through another inning unscratched, one! two! three! Twenty-one down and just six outs to go! and Henry's heart was racing, he was sweating with relief and tension all at once,… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
Metafiction says something. It has to do with taking a large fiction itself and writing within it; that kind of self-reflecting writing that emerges… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
I see no reason to stop writing. But the reason isn't always one of your own. The mind is not invulnerable, and it can… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
If you start thinking about the kids being born now, for them the computer is ancient history. So one imagines that when children think… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
“Black holes are the seductive dragons of the universe, outwardly quiescent yet violent at the heart, uncanny, hostile, primeval, emitting a negative radiance that… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
“I nearly drownded on the Big River back home, but I didn't. Instead, I come to love the river, though the river never loved… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
There's no need to inundate the world with books and language. It's just too full already. There's so much rubbish hiding in the world.… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
“Oh, he shouldn't be surprised, he's a Marxist and has nothing but contempt for the bourgeois capitalist press, yet paradoxically he is also somehow… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
“Why we write. Because art blows life into the lifeless, death into the deathless. Because art's lie is preferable, in truth, to life's beautiful… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
What I saw quite clearly in the '80s, before the internet, was that the whole world was shifting toward digital formats, and that didn't… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
Some ways of naming a generation are fruitful and some are not. Postmodernism is not. It doesn't really say anything. — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
People, fearing their own extinction, are willing to accept and perpetuate hand-me-down answers to the meaning of life and death; and, fearing a weakening… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
“No matter how much sunlight and fresh air she lets in, there’s always this dark little pocket of lingering night which she has to… — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
We need myths to get by. We need story; otherwise the tremendous randomness of experience overwhelms us. Story is what penetrates. — Robert Coover Copy Share Image
