Like all our memories, we like to take it out once in a while and lay it flat on the kitchen table, the way my wife does with her sewing patterns, where we line up the shape of our lives… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“Intuition enters the mind in a way Western science has yet to explain. Moses was a dowser, probably Jesus too. Though they did not… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“One way to say all this is, Our mother was an addict and she overdosed. Another way is, Our mother was suicidal and she… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“They'd drink like men, like their fathers and uncles, like George fucking Washington...” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“His cigarettes helped mark the passage of time, especially on days that seemed all sun and sky...The dependable dwindling of his cigarette supply reassured… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“Everything I can say about what it means to lose, what it means to do without, the inadequate weight of the past, you already… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“I love you," he said, and though she knew it was true she kept her eyes closed and said, "Don't say that." She did… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
Sometimes love is a wound that opens and closes, opens and closes, all our lives. — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
What is so incredible and essential about an authentic cultural scene is it rejects a value system based on consumption and productivity and instead… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“The sooner that Layla understands that we are nothing but the sum of that which we endure, the better.” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“You don't love people," he said. "You love what they do to you.” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“I beg your pardon, dune sea, but I am just here to get my girls. If you would kindly. This is not my first… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
Like all our memories, we like to take it out once in a while and lay it flat on the kitchen table, the way… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“The mind is a mine. So often we revisit its winding, unsound caverns when we ought to stay out.” — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
“P.S. On second thought, perhaps sometimes these things are best left by the side of the road, as it were. Sometimes a person wants… — Claire Vaye Watkins Copy Share Image
