“Soul murder, the psychiatrists call it, the sexual violation of children. Unimaginably small boys. Boys whose heads do not reach to their father's waists. Girls who are no more than infants. Boys and girls whose lives are ineradicably violated. Whose… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“She had no one in the world. Her whole world, what was left of it, was here, and there was no way to get… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
The beginnings were sweet, the endings usually bitter, but the middles were only the tightrope you walked between the one and the other. No… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
If you don't receive love from the ones who are meant to love you, you will never stop looking for it. — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
There is a loveliness to life that does not fade. Even in the terrors of the night, there is a tendency toward grace that… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“Be not dishearten’d—Affection shall solve the problems of Freedom yet; Those who love each other shall become invincible. —WALT WHITMAN, “Over the Carnage Rose… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“She was just a simple, honest woman standing in the ruin of a late winter garden, waiting for the spring. “Catherine.” — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“Standing in the center of the crowd, his solitude was enormous. He felt that in all the vast and frozen space in which he… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“You wreck your own life and then, very gently, you wreck the lives of those around you.” — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“She was the beautiful, lethal,insinuating spider he had waited for all his life. She was the final knife in his heart. He opened his… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“I tell these stories because I have lied about my life to people who have been kind to me and I am tired of… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“But there was no use. There was no point. It was just a story. It was just a story of people, of Ralph and… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
“I loved kissing them on the mouth, the taste of their tongues. I think kissing is what separated us from the animals and makes… — Robert Goolrick Copy Share Image
