Do you ever get the feeling like you already know the entire contents of the universe somewhere inside of your head, as if you were born with a complete map of this world already grafted onto the folds of your… — 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
