My childhood was spent with dogs, and I work with dogs surrounding me. This relationship is hardly unique - man-and-dog stories date… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“Just when normal life felt almost possible--when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (prismatic spray of light through an icicle;… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“He woke one morning tantalized by an idea: if he could catch the orchard trees motionless for one second -- for half of one… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“You put yourself in front of the thing and waited for whatever was going to happen and that was all. It scared you and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
When you're making something big, whether it's long-form fiction or a big piece of software, whatever that is, you're having a very intimate and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd had an… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“In her life, she'd been nourished and sustained by certain things, him being one of them, Trudy another, and Edgar, the third and most… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“I think it's just as likely that someone could say that this place, right here, is heaven, hell and earth all at the same… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“You swam in a river of chance and coincidence. You clung to the happiest accidents—the rest you let float by.” — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“Henry turned to give Edgar a look—a meaningful look—though Edgar couldn’t be sure exactly what its meaning was. It struck him again how there… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“He had also been demonstrative and intelligent from the very beginning, his questions startlingly insightful. She would watch him absorb a new idea and… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
I set writing aside when I went into theater, and then I set theater aside and subsequently had about a 25-year career in software… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“Edgar, do you actually think that how long a person grieves is a measure of how much they loved someone? There's no rule book… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
