Quote by Andre Dubus III Download Open image ““Her thighs are oiled and dark, and oblivion never felt as good as it does now,”” — Andre Dubus III ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“Soraya-joon, I have done all that I could. Do not be sorry for us. Your mother and I await you upon your return. We… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“But beneath them all, at the very bottom of the stack, is a worn and slightly tattered magazine called African Mamas Sucking Hog. I… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“She was speaking again, her voice like the chirp of a bird who has flown into a black tunnel but does not yet know… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“... beach houses along short sandy streets. He can feel her bare forarm brushing his, and it's strange she's being so quiet. He glances… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“...it seemed almost inconceivable that in his short marriage to Althea she had, in her quiet way, left him feeling not only worthy, but… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
Most of the time I feel stupid, insensitive, mediocre, talentless and vulnerable - like I'm about to cry any second - and wrong. I've… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“Coming?" Dennis held his arm out for her, a patient smile in his voice. She peered up at him, but he was just a… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“It’s easy K. on one side of the page you got your costs and on the other side your benefits. All you do is mark which one is which, then you weigh one side against the other and you get your decision just like that. that’s all you ever have to do. i live by this.” "But what if you… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share
“If you don’t put 99 percent of yourself into the writing, there will be no publishing career. There’s the writer and there’s the author. The author—you don’t ever think about the author. Just think about the writer. So my advice would be, find a way to not care—easier said than done. Accept that the world may never notice this thing… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share
“this I know of life’s difficult times: there is always a time for them to begin and a time for them to end, and… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share Image
“Letting go of the pipe in the laundry room, he could feel in his throat so many sentences from the night's reading of emails, and he needed to shout them at her now as she poured her coffee in the kitchen, its smell always such a comfort to him, but not then; that morning it was like the sweet fragrance… — Andre Dubus III Copy Share
