Writer Quotes by Kevin Brockmeier

Worry is a mean-faced dwarf who beats on your heart like a kettledrum.

— Kevin Brockmeier

“If I could, I would work my way backward, paring away the years. I would reel my life arouond the wheel of this longing…

— Kevin Brockmeier

“The incident made her remember the story she had heard about the girl who was raised in a room with no horizontal lines. She…

— Kevin Brockmeier

“Sometimes I remember the way I used to be," she said as we sat across the table from each other, "and I'm surprised nobody…

— Kevin Brockmeier

A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the…

— Kevin Brockmeier

What I wanted was to write a memoir that was immersive rather than reflective, to resurrect a long-gone version of my own consciousness. I…

— Kevin Brockmeier

Sometimes they rose up inside her, these moments of fierce happiness, kindling out of their own substance like a spark igniting a mound of…

— Kevin Brockmeier

It's like you're born with all these blessings, only you don't realize they're blessings until you lose them. And if you're thick-headed enough, like…

— Kevin Brockmeier

“The street lamps and illuminated signs were all extinguished, and on impulse everybody looked into the sky. The frogs and crickets fell quiet to…

— Kevin Brockmeier

You have a pet theory, one you have been turning over for years, that life itself is a kind of Rube Goldberg device, an…

— Kevin Brockmeier

Who was it who said that every virtue contains its corresponding vice? C.S. Lewis? Virginia Woolf? You forget. But it has always worried you…

— Kevin Brockmeier

The books you love best - those are the immensity of the sea.

— Kevin Brockmeier

The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us.

— Kevin Brockmeier

“My son was something of a disciple of flying things. On his bedroom wall were posters of fighter planes and wild birds. A model…

— Kevin Brockmeier

“The game had to be played the same way every day or the pieces would fall to the floor, the board would collapse, and…

— Kevin Brockmeier