“Jack Speight undid me, then I almost undid myself. But I've undone some of the bad, too, some of the damage. With… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“I know it's a crock of shit. I ain't offering you happily-ever-after. I'm offering you... happily-maybe-sometimes-ever-after. Sort of. You know, with warts… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
People waste their happiness - that's what makes me sad. Everyone's so scared to be happy. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“Sometimes we want something to be true so badly that we convince ourselves that it is true.” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
I like to write first-person because I like to become the character I'm writing. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
But I think this: that whatever prices I've paid, whatever sorrows I shoulder, well, I have blessings, too. Not just my family now, but… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“why would white dudes want to change things when they held all the cards?” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“And in taking on the subject of themselves-making themselves vulnerable to the unseen reader-they have exchanged powerlessness for for the power that comes with… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“People had always amazed him, he began. But they amazed him more since the sickness. For as long as the two of them had… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“So I got my stuff and the girl at the register puts these other things in my bag, too. Little free samples: gum and… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
What if I don’t like adventure? Then cultivate a taste for it. Take a chance. That’s how you grow. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“Guess what?' I said. 'I have a psychic.' His head tilted questioningly, birdlike. A sidekick?” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“What I remembered about those seesaw rides was the way Thomas would get mad at me, midride, and evacuate. Send me crashing back down… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“I didn't respond to him. Couldn't speak at all. Couldn't look at his self-mutilation--not even the clean, bandaged version of it. Instead, I looked… — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
I write to find out what the story means to me, that is what I try to do especially with the first draft. — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
“As anxious and limited as that love might have been, it had been love nonetheless.” — Wally Lamb Copy Share Image
