“I suddenly missed the curious shelving patterns of my room, those old planks from the barn groaning under the weight of the notebooks. Shelving is an intimate thing, like the fingerprint of a room.” — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
“What happened to all the historical detritus in the world? Some of it made it into drawers of museums, okay, but what about all… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
I suddenly had an idea of how adults can hold on to a feeling for very long periods of time, long after the event… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
I was only twelve, but through the slow, inevitable burn of a thousand sunrises and sunsets, a thousand maps traced and retraced, I had… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
How many snapshots in the world were actually just-after shots, the moment that elicited the shooter to press the button never captured; instead, the… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
Do you ever get the feeling like you already know the entire contents of the universe somewhere inside of your head, as if you… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
I do love the sound of ripping corn husks. The violence of the noise, the sustained popping and shoring of the silky organic threads,… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
A map does not just chart, it unlocks and formulates meaning; it forms bridges between here and there, between disparate ideas that we did… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
Writing a novel is always complicated, it's not like you snap your fingers and go, 'Ah, I know what I'll write'. For me, a… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
“Dr. Clair looked at Layton. The mancala pieces were still in her hand. If Angela Ashforth ever says anything like that to you again,… — Reif Larsen Copy Share Image
