There are songs that come free from the blue-eyed grass, from the dust of a thousand country roads. This is one of them. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The reality is not exactly what the song started out to be, but it's not a bad song. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“Such physical matters were nice, yet to him, intelligence and passion born of living, the ability to move and be moved by the subtleties… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
Sometime I'm going to do an essay called 'The Virtues of Amateurism' for all of those people who wish they earned their living in… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
I sometimes have the feeling you've been here a long time, more than one lifetime, and that you've dwelt in private places none of… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The heart never forgets, never gives up, the territory marked off for those who came before. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“Talisman, Talisman, show me your secrets, Helmsman, Helmsman, turn me for home.” — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
“Something I've never been able to adapt to, to understand is how they can lavish such love and care on the animals and then… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces. — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
It's clear to me now that I have been moving toward you and you toward me for a long time. Though neither of us… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
The curse of modern times is the preponderance of male hormones in places where they can do long-term damage. Even if were not talking… — Robert James Waller Copy Share Image
